Latest Entry: Exchange

By Kaylyn Elizabeth May Merrifield – Class of 2015 Damaged teeth and missing hair. Clothed in dirt like a second skin Eyes flashing with mistrust Track marks mapping out the heavens you have reached out to Or the hell you are escaping from Who can tell? The marks of your illness Lingering out in the […]

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Of Fire and Doubt

By Cory Anderson – Class of 2015 The clouds part and the evening sun floods through my window, setting the northern wall ablaze with flames of orange and gold as it sets.  The fire races down the wall, engulfing the heavy, wooden desk and the textbooks strewn across the floor.  Faster than lightning the flames […]

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My Mirrors

By Kevin Singh – Class of 2016 Who am I? That, my dear reader, is a fundamental question that is important not only for those in the medical profession, but also for anyone in the population at large. It is a concept that is heavily emphasized in the medical application process, and a thorough answer […]

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24 Hours

By Cory Anderson – Class of 2015 How beautiful is the Night? Shining with stars, pure white And twinkling with light to cut the dark, Open to the eyes of many But known only by the eyes of a chosen few, Bound by memory both old and new, Shining pure white in the dark, cosmic […]

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Standing Ovation

By Elizabeth Niedra – Class of 2015 Sometimes someone goes into that black hole, that fringe-land on the end of the earth, and comes back. They come back to a place where, although their struggle is not done, they can, once again, smile like you, talk like you – speak your language. They can tell their […]

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Machines of Burden

By Richard Osborne – Class of 2014 “Don’t get too close.” We’ve all heard the proverb of the stoic physician, of the commanding stalwart who treats but seldom feels. The notion that there is a perpetual tension between empathy and efficiency in medicine is as old as it is clichéd. Compassion, we’re told, is the gateway to […]

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By William Fung – Class of 2015 As a child I loved the sky Its lazy white and broken blue Reflected in my eyes probably Looked a little like a dream Or maybe it was longing And curled within the loving boughs Of the backyard tree I always waited for The faintest drops of rain […]

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By: Zainab Furqan – Class of 2015 When I was checking vitals I suggested a smile. You didn’t talk for a while, you were freezing. You said you hated my tone, it made you feel so alone, and so you told me I ought to be leaving. –The Antlers One of the reasons that I […]

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