Burnt Out

Swipe, swipe, left-right, swipe, This one, that one, they’re all hype.

We speak gently Into liminal space We all see the faint flame, the wick in shallow wax

Shelter clinic opens every Thursday at six, First time seeing a “real” patient, I’m waiting at the door.

When I found out the next patient I’ll be following is a retired army cardiothoracic surgeon in his late eighties...

Four years ago, I sat among clamoring classmates at graduation, silently reflecting on my college experience and how unhappy I...

(Originally published on January 31, 1989.) ThuyMinhDo, Third-year pharmacy student: If I was home, the house would be festive, with...

This morning, strolling soddenly down Harmon street, the rain became a sudden shield; with sudden clarity I felt calamity dismissed...

Tuesday November 8th was National First Generation (First Gen) Day, a day to celebrate students who are the first in...

Last month, I ran a marathon. There was no official race. I tracked my miles using a phone. Each mile...