Narratives 2 (The Narrative of CaRMS)
This isn’t art-fully presented (yet perhaps), but a sketch of some memories I want to remember that are quickly fading. The narrative of 3 weeks. Reflected. Of meeting new friends, Some recognized from the big screen, Or from cities in our collective past, Mere few days or few flights back. Site visits at local gluten-free […]
Narratives
I’m reminded of texture Today, as light reflects. Off grass stalks straight, Cedar hedges scaled wild. And context – The here now why how. How narrative weaves The text of texture, context. The lightness, darkness, in between, Gives voice to both. Or rather all. The here now why how. Those stories and feelings, Reflecting more. […]
Morning Note
My boyfriend wrote me a little poem while I’ve been away, reassuring me while I face growing indecision and anxiety in these weeks on the CaRMS tour. Besides the silly inside jokes, I thought it was sweet enough to share. His more serious work can be found here (http://projectarctic.com). Morning Note We will land […]
A new year
My texts sit upon my friends’ bookshelf The knowledge is there Though living on the road this year has me wondering Where did I put it? It’s these moments of booking flights, Researching far off communities and programs, Preparing for random CaRMS interview questions, That I wonder what 2014 will have in store. I went […]
Untitled
Some gen surg haikus for you The scent of bowel Is hideous and lingers But also there is awe The nature of ego Is poison to a wound To cut or to cure? Consent? What a joke The operation mystifies What is the answer? Smile in the morning Start a patient’s day out right Dawn […]
SNOW
* This poem and photo are anonymous contributions from our Northern colleague in the NMP SNOW NMP author – anonymous I have come to know you As a breathe of the seasons As the constancy I look to in my life Like your perfectly shaped crystals That gently remind me Me and daddy sliding down […]
And Ode to CaRMS
Where I’d like to live? The question hovers my every move. Being a soon to be physician, Stepping into elite, With promises of status, respect, stability, And opportunity and choice. It’s here where I trip, hiccup, sneeze. I want to occupy the space Where the colourful canvased creatures play. In your joy as you bike […]
Reflections on Life 2
The curves are simple, Beautiful. A mound. Sits silent, illuminated. Painted with purple, While red drips. A growing being, 34 weeks? Beyond? Time ambiguous, The curves, Life’s bends, Overwhelm. Pregnancy confirmed. Bleeding, Beating, Bodies muddle, gown. In quiet, blade waits. Since words fumble, Questions abandoned, Silent respects. Resiliency, despite. The strength in those curves.
Musings From The North Wind
coral girl sitting on the edge of a cliff hair slowly shedding, nails ripped away lines mapping a birdlike face, thinned and yellow papyrus we push, you pull a playground tug of war or are we soldiers, blocking the charge riot shield stopping the longest fall to swim the depths below, every […]