A boy with Cereable Paulsy learning how to walk.

A friend had been taken ill and reluctantly I visited him in hospital as they are not my favourite places and got more than I expected! The Foureyed Poet.

I hate you being in hospital.

A poem about my mother who is still in hospital after a fall at home.

A poem by me, Timothy Lu. All rights reserved.

This poem is about patients I have observed at work at the hospital.

The story of a families secrets and lies continues to surface in the series "The Lonely Boy".

My own story when I was on the Hospital.

An experience.

I had a strange yet rewarding experience at a Brooklyn hospital.