Just a Half-Teaspoon
During the commotion, a nurse slipped over, and sprinkled in that half-teaspoon of shit. This time I pretended not to see her so I could have a minute to think.
Writer’s Choice
The damsel in distress was not for me…
Helen of Troy stares in the mirror | and wants to destroy what stares back. | She’s fifteen. She doesn’t know yet…
What it Mean(s)(t) to be a Doctor
I remembered, as I always do at such moments, the remarkable series of epiphanies I experienced on a Monday evening twenty-five years ago.
The Space I Take
In these poems I take a critical view of myself, more specifically my own perception of my body: the amount of physical space I take up…
No Pain, No Gain
I fold into a weary pigeon and dream about what it would feel like to perfectly execute a bear, a spoon, a spider, to live inside a healthy body that is not chronically ill…
Career Writing as a Form of Career Guidance
Career writing, a form of therapeutic writing, is creative, expressive, and reflective writing used in career guidance to develop a healthy career identity.
A Reconstructed Life
Breast cancer causes profound loss and grief. We grieve the loss of our bodies. We grieve the loss of our feminine identity.
Dismantler
Warehouse of unassuming light | like a just-kissed face, eyes still closed | power’s out during my interview and tour | subdued orchestra of rain leaks through the metal roof…
Vacuum Extraction
Once, in an ultrasound room, a technician in a faded grey frock asked me which pregnancy this was. “My ninth,” I said in a flat voice.