by Deborah Bayer | Mar 30, 2023 | Chapbook Poems, Poems, Poems (2021 to Present)
Mend My Life In the middle of hours, I walk out, out of the clinic and into the rain. My nurse’s round face behind the front glass door worries as I turn right onto Jimmie Leeds, straight past the Seaview Resort, down to the White Horse Pike, east toward Atlantic...
by Deborah Bayer | Mar 23, 2023 | Chapbook Poems, Poems, Poems (2021 to Present)
Prayer Beads I long to leave the doctor’s life behind, but patients are still pulling at my sleeve. I head for healing of another kind. Four days a week I keep a writer’s mind and pray the words and stanzas flow with ease. I long to leave the doctor’s life...
by Deborah Bayer | Mar 2, 2023 | Chapbook Poems, Poems, Poems (2021 to Present)
About This Poem: This poem first appeared in Juked in May 2021. The inspiration for this poem was two-fold. Part of it came from a freewrite about the white noise machines installed at my clinic. The other part came from a comment by the pediatrician in our...
by Deborah Bayer | Feb 9, 2023 | Chapbook Poems, Poems, Poems (2021 to Present)
White Coat Lies Rain in November deepens depression, worsens all joint pain. On a scale of one to ten it’s an eight. The waiting room is full of dripping umbrellas. I walk to the front desk. The waiting woman sees me. Even my stethoscope disguise, my averted...
by Deborah Bayer | Dec 1, 2022 | Poems, Poems (2021 to Present)
Instructions for How to Start Over i. It’s not necessary to destroy everything. Everyone thinks that fire is cleansing, but fragments of bone are left behind; ashes cling to your face with static electricity. Still, they don’t disguise you. New life begins from...
by Deborah Bayer | Nov 24, 2022 | Poems, Poems (2021 to Present)
Ich habe viele Brüder in Sutanen im Süden, wo in Klöstern Lorbeer steht. -Rainer Maria Rilke I see a stand of tall trees here, limbs all reaching up until their leaflessness entwines, a pattern on an argyle sweater. These are not my sisters, the scrub pines and...
