Poetry

HAPPY NEW YEAR????

loveandmedicine.com has had a great year. In case you may have missed something, here are all of the posts from 2019. Read and reread! This year I'd love to see more comments and dialog. ASK DR. ANNIE K. is open 24/7 and is 100% anonymous. I know there is a lot of...

INSPIRATION

Solitude is not an absence of energy or action, as some believe, but it is rather a boon of wild provisions transmitted to us from the soul. In ancient times, purposeful solitude was both palliative and preventative. It was used to heal fatigue and to prevent...

Flower Moon

How does a tulip bulb hold so much green? So much crazy red opening to the sun? So much yellow-gold effrontery? You too hold so much greenness And a wild array of colors— Splash of viridian, chartreuse and crimson. Combine sun, warmth, and rain-- - Root down into the...

Happy New Year!

As this year comes to an end I want to thank my Love and Medicine readers. With so much out there to read, I’m happy you choose me. You never know what you’re going to get when you read my blog. That will continue in 2018. Here’s a look at what we've been talking...

INSPIRATION

Solitude is not an absence of energy or action, as some believe, but it is rather a boon of wild provisions transmitted to us from the soul. In ancient times, purposeful solitude was both palliative and preventative. It was used to heal fatigue and to prevent...

Flower Moon

Flower Moon

How does a tulip bulb hold so much green? So much crazy red opening to the sun? So much yellow-gold effrontery? You too hold so much greenness And a wild array of colors— Splash of viridian, chartreuse and crimson. Combine sun, warmth, and rain-- - Root down into the...

Object of Desire

Object of Desire

On my last trip to Ireland we were in a pub every night for music "sessions". Reciting poetry for me substituted for musical performance, as I am unable to carry a tune or play an instrument.  My original poetry is a little over-the-top, borderline erotica. I did do a...

Steady Hand

Steady Hand

Steady Hand The Bris. The celebration of removal of foreskin The first of his covenants with our Creator Not in the presumed sterility of hospital walls But done in one's home surrounded by family and deli Some choose to step back Shout out the obligatory "mazel tov"...

There was a Space. Part 1

I always wanted a screened in porch, a four season room. The outside of a house always interested me more than the inside. True zen, I believe, can only be found in nature. In this poem, I parallel the changes in nature to the transformation going on between two...

1217 Miles

As part of my work as a psychiatrist, I did a stint in Telepsychiatry. This is providing psychiatric care via Skype, to those in need, to individuals who do not have physicians that are easily accessible. Montana, called 'Big Skype Country' in jest, is one of those...

Most of All

[two_columns_one] [/two_columns_one] [two_columns_one_last] He’s got it right, the friend who wrote about a woman wearing a man’s shirt, the way she can pull his scent to her and feel his arms around her again. I think a man likes to see a woman dressed in his shirt:...

Shadow Cookies

Black night, sliver of moon making no promise. The small sliver, barely noticed by humans sheltered in their homes. If it seeps into their field of vision, they may glance from their heated hibernation. Tell a stranger on the street to look up at the moon and they...