Project Type: Mindy's Posts

An Unexpected Downpour

An Unexpected Downpour Rain taps an orchestra atop my van in traffic. I need to pick up my daughter. We inch along. Never hurried, my deaf son stares. His mouth hangs open. Drops stream madly. The windshield gleams, rivulets of paisley. Ordinary gives way,…

Parabola

Parabola A parabola is elegant and functional. The axis of symmetry divides us into equal parts. Whatever you do to one side you must do to the other side. Mirrored. U-shaped. You. The equation. The curves. Everything you are, encompassed on this plane, like…

The Weather Report is Grim

The Weather Report is Grim The joke around here involves a quick spring The jacket stays home The sun is warm before a dump of snow The geese arrive wafting against the clouds a delicate strand The trees start budding We become transparent In…

Mirror Eyes

Our own Anne Pyle supplied the prompt which inspired this piece, which was to write about what a mirror sees. I also have to give a shout-out to my son Wolfgang; when I asked him how a mirror works, I knew he would have…

Should Not I Know Better by Now?

In times of famine I yet eat.
In times of feasting then I starve.

Devotion at Sunset

Happy National Poetry Month! I’m excited to report that this poem is spending the month of April hanging from a tree in Waterford, Michigan. It will also be printed in their annual anthology. Thank you to the Waterford Township Public Library for giving poetry…

I Remember (excerpt)

Greetings, readers. Here is a piece of a longer poem I’m working on, inspired by a prompt from this fantastic book which has become a vital part of my creative process lately. The poem is several pages long at this point and still a…

Something Strong

Happy National Poetry Month! Today’s piece was inspired by a prompt by Kelli Russell Agodon: write a poem about something small using only five lines. My daughter Maria, age 3, stars in this one.   Something Small Someday she may take offense that “pear”…

I am the new person drawn toward you

Walt Whitman poetry

I am the new person drawn toward you,
even more obvious and simple than you may suppose.

Just Shoes

“Just Shoes” I tried to find Doc Martens but settled for stilettos, harbingers of whiskey and sex, cigarettes dangling from naked fingers in a hotel bed. You are like the dog panting just outside my jail cell bars, holding the keys in your mouth…