Mindy Stern

@minster12.bsky.social

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Adoptee. Writer. Wife. Mother. Pizza, dogs, Knicks, Dodgers. Sneakerella on Disney+, words in Business Insider, Huff Post, Esperanza, Human Parts, and more. www.themindystern.com

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HORSES AT MIDNIGHT WITHOUT A MOON Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods. Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt. But there's music in us. Hope is pushed down but the angel flies up again taking us with her. The summer mornings begin inch by inch while we sleep, and walk with us later as long-legged beauty through the dirty streets. It is no surprise that danger and suffering surround us. What astonishes is the singing. We know the horses are there in the dark meadow because we can smell them, can hear them breathing. Our spirit persists like a man struggling through the frozen valley who suddenly smells flowers and realizes the snow is melting out of sight on top of the mountain, knows that spring has begun.
Jack Gilbert’s poem, A Kind Of Courage: The girl shepherd on the farm beyond has been taken from school now she is twelve, and her life is over. I got my genius brother a summer job in the mills and he stayed all his life. I lived with a woman four years who went crazy later, escaped from the hospital, hitchhiked across America terrified and in the snow without a coat. Was raped by most men who gave her a ride. I crank my heart even so and it turns over. Ranges high in the sun over continents and eruptions of mortality, through winds and immensities of rain falling for miles. Until all the world is overcome by what goes up and up in us, singing and dancing and throwing down flowers nevertheless.
Elon Musk standing at podium with American seal, giving Nazi salute.
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Image of broken Statue of Liberty ornament on floor
Xray of dog’s abdomen showing diamond earring near poop