Category Archives: Curbside Consults

Where is Yo Rupture?

Pressure down there.

Inside wants out.

Bulges eventually break through.

It was Andy told me about this one.

Saw man with an aneurysm

die waiting in a parked car.

He saw it happening up close

I from afar

and now, we see you

with bulging membranes

and ballooning arteries

snaking from one year into the next.

On the other side

pressure eases below the mesh,

below screens of thickening skin.

And never one needs to ask

Where is Yo rupture?

(Image from Andy Warhol Collection: Whitney Museum, NY, NY)

A Statue is Born

I see A Star is Born (http://www.astarisbornmovie.com) and read reviews. https://www.nytimes.com/2018/10/03/movies/a-star-is-born-review-lady-gaga-bradley-cooper.html There are analogies to Pygmalion, Ovid’s tale of the sculptor’s dream of a woman, his ivory creation coming to life.http://hompi.sogang.ac.kr/anthony/Classics/OvidPygmalion.htm Do we sculpt a dream or are they whimsical, random events? Our brain’s way of making sense of an insane world? We dream. We die.… Continue Reading

An Imperfect Aphrodite

You are tired, my goddess Worn and eroded by goodness Blemishes only enhance your beauty   We weather together Though life erodes Love deepens   Now you have forgotten me Your empty orbits chiseled Limestone eroded by a sea foam of tears Your memories pulverized in smoking fissures Luminous through vacant spaces   We weather… Continue Reading

Beware of Gifts From Your New Doctor

An acquaintance of mine recently found a new primary care physician accepting his insurance. He chose the name randomly from the health plan list. The doctor’s office, he explained was next door to a kind of Mom and Pop jewelry shop. Both the jewelry shop and the doctor’s office were victimized by frequent thefts, so… Continue Reading

I Followed Her

    I’m new to these parts so when I first see her along the lake, I keep my distance. Time takes on new meaning the moment you feel life change. After a few more bends, past the fragrance of algal pools and submerged beechwood, I make my approach. I’m gradual and polite, respectful of… Continue Reading

Spring Ahead

Spring reminds us of renewal at the end of winter agony. Now is the time we look forward to the change in nature, a blooming and thawing of the human spirit; longer days with a warming of the heart. We are reminded of the metaphor of spring in classic tales such as the opera La… Continue Reading

Kisses Before Death

I kissed two patients in hospitals before they died. I’m not talking about family. These were people I hardly knew. The first was my first patient in medical school. Mr. Leakey was a seventy-nine year old male with a child’s face and unruly thinning hair. I spent hours trying to understand his varied complaints of… Continue Reading

Cupid’s Arrow: Love Your Heart Month

“February is American Heart Month,” an exsanguinating man tells me while we’re standing on line in the ER. “You’ve got to respect your heart.” Two arrows stick out of his chest with a gurgling sound when he breaths. He soaks up the blood in a towel underneath. “Are you okay?” I ask. “There’s a hole… Continue Reading