Life // Death
A flicker on the screen of the heartbeat, the first glimpse of my baby, I cry at the possibility of new life // An empty ultrasound, no heartbeat, a young mom cries; discovery of death amidst life.
Tag: prose
Resident Physician Contributing Author
University of Washington School of Medicine
Eunice Stallman, MD completed her BS in neurobiology at the University of Washington, her medical degree at The Ohio State University College of Medicine, and is currently a fourth-year psychiatry resident at the University of Washington-Idaho Advanced Clinician Track. Her interests lie in advocacy and wellness for residents, maternal mental health, and gender equality. She spends much of her non-work time exploring beautiful Boise with her husband and three young children, ages one, three, and five.
Stargazer
Graduation gown: shiny, matching cap / She looks up / With aspirations
For the Love of Medicine
I spent years of my life preparing for you / before I even knew the ways you would make my soul come alive, / How much you would spark my curiosity and give me purpose
Housestaff, This House is Not Your Home: A Satire
University Hospital was erected some years after Man’s Greatest Hospital — with the vision of its leadership — to satisfy the needs of many. Namely, the financial supporters, trustees and patients of course. The hospital’s motto was to “Make hospitals great again.”
Vibrant
Older people aren’t sweet, precious or cute, / They’re wisest among us, without dispute. / A habit of ours is to condescend / When talking to people near life’s end.
Meditations on Medicine
A collection of poems entitled “Meditations on Medicine.”
The Applause
When the COVID-19 alarms were raised, I got ready for battle against the virus the world was fighting, only to later feel cut off from “the cause” as my efforts to volunteer outside of my daily work were denied time and again. Some might call it luck, but for me, it felt isolating.
Where I’m Meant To Be
As I enter rooms filled with aerosolized forms of the coronavirus, realizing that I am at high risk of catching this highly contagious disease, I set aside my fears to hold the hands of patients — strangers and friends, all alike. I love what I do.
Meditations on Family
A collection of poems entitled “Meditations on Family.”
Meditations on God
A collection of poems entitled “Meditations on God.”
The Telling
I recall my father sitting on a small stool in the kitchen / dialing friends and family, one by one, rippling outward
To My Mentors
I did not stay down / I did not give up
Resident Physician Contributing Writer
SUNY Upstate Medical University
Wasnard is a PGY3 Internal Medicine Resident at SUNY Upstate Medical University going into Hospitalist Medicine. He has interests in photography, and both written and performance poetry in the form of spoken word.