Just delivered! Norman Green and I are delighted to bring you Volume 12 of Clover, A Literary Rag. Politically astute with unusual twists–the writing is marvelous–funny and wise and weird.
This volume is dedicated to the memory of our beloved IWS sister, Shelley Muzzy. Shelley’s death came as we prepared our latest Clover for publication. Her energy danced in life. We loved her and miss her laugh; chocolates she brought from Trader Joe’s for Tuesday night meetings; her stories from Indonesia and Thailand: and, all the fabrics she loved from Asia. Shelley’s novel-in-progress “Love & Haight,” was about the Summer of Love, 1967 San Francisco. It was nearly completed at the time of her passing. Shelley’s story in Clover, v. 12 is called “The Rat Man,” and it is from her memoir. Oh those would-be lovers who come with a rat on the shoulder and friends without noses.
I wrote an unattributed poem to close Clover. An image that caught my attention while we walked my two-week-old grandson through the park across the street from my daughter’s Brussels’ apartment. In the park are both a mosque and a Catholic church.
priest and imam
The littlest of images, but then I recall one of my favorite poems by Emily Dickinson:
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
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