However
Mixed Media
Under the Tail of a Whale
Photography
Physician Workroom at Clinic
Typing commences
Home
All the weary and the downtrodden, the hopeless and forgotten. Pick yourself
Strange Gifts
DNA is the great cosmic irony. It is a catalogue of existence, containing all requisites for life.
Good Cry
Oil painting
Collective Rebirth
This multimedia piece represents our communal metamorphosis from strangers to family and from students to doctors.
Bioethics Boiled Down
A piece that seeks to depict the thin line where the pressure from one side is equal to the other and change occurs.
Foundation
From any other angle it appeared to be a normal tree, but if you stood just right you could truly appreciate how hard it had to work just to stay alive.
Patient-Centered Care: The Entire Picture
Photograph of Salt Lake City
Dolores Park, heat wave
Oil painting
Bear Lake
Exactly 5 years and 3 months since his death
The Other Yao
Doctor Yao was a prodigious physician.
Breathing Matters
Drawing. A piece inspired by the discussion surrounding physician burnout and how to tackle this problem.
In Time of Famine, the Devil Dines on Flies
Lately, I’ve been wanting to write down what happened between me and the crazy lady, but what with graduating, applying, packing and finally traveling to my little town in Ghana, I haven’t had the time or the brain space. And I know it won’t be a good story. There are no plot twists. There is …
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Healing
My heart is empty/ My soul is tired/ My body weighs me down
Tomahawk
Isosceles of rubber red atop metallic grasp / Where have I misplaced you?!
Failing and Falling
Physicians often experience the unfortunate passing of patients.
An Hour with Rafael Campo
2018-2019 Editor-in-Chief, Kajsa Vlasic, sits down with physician and current JAMA Poetry Editor, Dr. Rafael Campo, during his recent visit to the University of Utah.
Freudian Slippers
I am standing in front of a heavy brown door with a small window at eye level.
Silenced
I gowned up in the doorway, studying her.
Identity Flow
Painting
One of Those Days
Suddenly, I wake up
Why Medicine?
For a long time when asked “Why medicine?”, I responded, “Why the moon?”
What’s The Difference?
It’s cold. The air is quiet in here – it must be snowing outside.
