‘Stop Torturing Me’
As is usual practice at the Multi-Service Center, a homeless shelter in the heart of San Francisco, I was sent...
Palmistry
My mother was never superstitious until she lost faith in her body— with each new opaque mass, her doctors uncovered...
Wishful Ending
Let me die in winter Let me die in solitude past midnight with a flask of spirits a cigarette that...
Last Night (On Call)
Last night I was called to the front lines where life and death battle it out and no one ever...
Two Untitled Poems
1. I lost you at hello 2. Scars knit intended wounds over time under clothes same as
Had the Wind Not Blown – July 11, 2005
There are these two bugs – a caterpillar and an ant. Despite these differences, the two are best friends. They...
Waiting for the Novacaine
The root still lives but the tooth is shaved off, capped in plastic, awaiting its crown of GOLD, not porcelain...
From the Bedside
One hour into my first ED shift, my attending suggested, “go in there, examine your first patient and tell me...
a patient’s wish
threads of cloud drape the hill like lace over a crib drops of cloud fill the puddle like pearls in...