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I realized that I’ve recently added quite a few links on my blog roll – and yet havent really mentioned them or given credit to the writers.  So here goes…

The most recent addition is “Diary of a Boy Next Door” written by my friend Craig Licchi.  In his blog, Craig honestly and openly admits to some very painful and difficult childhood experiences and the effects these events have had on his adult life.  Craig tells a no holds barred story about growing up unsure of one’s identity and how that translates into insecurities and doubts as one ages.

“Iustitia Poetica” is written by my good friend Desiree Akhavan and features her intricate and thought provoking poetry.  This girl certainly has a talent for writing.

“Ramblings of a Former Genius” is penned by my baby girl, Janiece Davis.  Although she hasnt written many posts yet, Janiece has certainly opened up her vulnerable side as she embarks on a journey of self-discovery.  I can only hope that she will continue to post as her journey evolves.

“Ah yes, plans” is the story about how one woman’s plans to become a doctor were shattered by illness and the journey her life has taken after leaving medical school, living and coping with her disease, and her triumphant return to medical school.  Ah yes, plans is written by one of my followers, and I’ve enjoyed reliving my medical school years through her blog – both the good and the bad memories.  I’m also incredibly jealous of her blog’s format!

“Ups-a-daisy” is the wonderful creation from one of my Masters in Public Health classmates Jessica Cogan.  Jessica started her blog when her required internship for the MPH took her all the way to Kenya for fieldwork.  Jessica laments in her blog that her ADD makes her writing difficult, but if anything I feel it enhances her syntax and truly brings her stories to life.  I hope she too will continue to blog in a post-Kenya reality.

Last but not least, “ENIXVW” is the masterpiece of my great friend and the incredibly talented Maxine Blomberg.  ENIXVW is a virtual gallery of Maxine’s work, and let’s just agree that this girl knows how to draw!  You can also find Maxine at her day job in at Greenlight Cafe in the South End, where she renders new drawings in chalk on a mostly weekly basis.

Gamble

Both came here willingly

No external forces, no prodding or coercion

We came together, to gamble it all.

 

Throwing caution to the wind,

Put all our chips into the pot.

And all we ever wanted was to win.

 

And win big we did,

Or so I thought.

For I played all my cards, went all in.

 

But you held back, played your bluff.

And this round, this one goes to the dealer.

For your deception has left me worth less.

Resolution

Time passes me by as I lay
waiting for the one whom my body desires.

Yearning becomes unbearable as seconds tick by,
drops of water falling like Chinese torture.

Light fades outside of my window
while the great ball of gas descends from its heavenly perch among the stars.

Clouds roll in as
tears pour down on my heart.

No longer can I fight this war of emotion within my soul,
I must know.

And the brain halts as the heart’s overbearing power takes control,
hopelessly spilling forth words like water over falls.

Emotions surface like an eruption,
Old Faithful, predictable, on time.

And I wait for my reply,
only to find disappointment and sorrow in those fateful words.

Walk

I apparently used to write poetry… who knew?  The following two posts are some examples of my work

Night air in my face,
bright city lights assault my eyes.
I walk along the bank, glistening blanket of white protecting the ground.
Clouds in the sky block Diana’s full face,
I look up, catching the mechanical bird in flight.

A pounding,
Lyrics and melodies fill my head with ideas.
Strum of guitar and strike of drum attack my ears
as I continue.

The song resonates within my head
Striking a chord within my heart.
Drops of water appear at the white crescents.
Destiny calls them to the ground
but their fate is interrupted, removed.

I turn,
night air pushes me along.
I tread faster now, glancing occasionally at the huddled masses.
Passing by the tower,
Glass shimmering brightly in the night.

Houses go by
Identical yet unique, occupants make them so.
I pause at the tree of gold and marvel in its brilliance.
Walking again, greeted by warmth,
arriving at my destination, my start.