Green and Gold Malaria

I travelled across Australia last week by air from Perth in Western Australia to Cairns in the far north of Queensland.

The Tunneler

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I can’t escape its screeching cries,
Its siren serpents scorching eyes.
It draws me deep into the neath,
Below the wretches of the heath.

A Piece of My Mind – When You Come Into My Room

God Shuffled His Feet

It can be easy to lose sight of the reasons why we provide our time; why we strive to extend our knowledge base; and why we stretch our waking hours to accomodate those requiring assistance. Our daily mantra needs to include re-centralisation and a grounded abstinence from self-glorification…answers to clinical problems may lie in medical management, surgical intervention and pharmacological intervention, but we must never forget the power of empathy – a drug underutilised in modern medicine

Out, Out

Robert Frost’s poem, “Out, Out -”, evokes the senseless madness that we see daily in the ED and in the ICU.

The Stethoscope Song

‘The Stethoscope Song’ is a poem written in 1848 by American physician, essayist, and poet Oliver Wendell Holmes. There was a young man in Boston town, He bought him a stethoscope nice and new, All mounted and finished and polished down, With an ivory cap and a stopper too. It happened a spider within did [...]

Today I do not want to be a doctor

‘Today I do not want to be a doctor’ is a poem by my favorite South Auckland-born medical poet, Glenn Colquhoun. PLAYING GOD: Poems about Medicine has recently been published by the Hammersmith Press WHEN I AM IN DOUBT a poem for surgeons When I am in doubt I talk to surgeons. I know that [...]

On the subject of doctors

A poem by James Tate: I like to see doctors cough. What kind of human being would grab all your money just when you’re down? I’m not saying they enjoy this: “Sorry, Mr. Rodriguez, that’s it, no hope! You might as well hand over your wallet.” Hell no, they’d rather be playing golf and swapping [...]