Joy H.

“Home, I whispered.
is where the river flows humming through the willows.
Home is milkweed in your hair,
with hemlock moss your pillows.
Home, if you could only know,
is anyplace I see you ---
it's in your heart
and from the start
I've known my home would be you.
FROM BOOK _ZAZOO_ , p.21, Chapter 3”
― Richard Mosher, Zazoo

“NO MUSE IS GOOD MUSE
-by Rochelle Distelheim
To be an Artist you need talent, as well as a wife
who washes the socks and the children,
and returns phone calls and library books and types.
In other words, the reason there are so many more
Men Geniuses than Women Geniuses is not Genius.
It is because Hemingway never joined the P.T.A.
And Arthur Rubinstein ignored Halloween.
Do you think Portnoy's creator sits through children's theater
matinees--on Saturdays?
Or that Norman Mailer faced 'driver's ed' failure,
chicken pox or chipped teeth?
Fitzgerald's night was so tender because the fender
his teen-ager dented happened when Papa was at a story conference.
Since Picasso does the painting, Mrs. Picasso did the toilet training.
And if Saul Bellow, National Book Award winner, invited thirty-three
for Thanksgiving Day dinner, I'll bet he had help.
I'm sure Henry Moore was never a Cub Scout leader,
and Leonard Bernstein never instructed a tricycler
On becoming a bicycler just before he conducted.
Tell me again my anatomy is not necessarily my destiny,
tell me my hang-up is a personal and not a universal quandary,
and I'll tell you no muse is a good muse
unless she also helps with the laundry.
-Rochelle Distelheim
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― Rochelle Distelheim, Sadie in Love

“DREAMS
Never by many are marvels wrought,
By one or two are the dreams first caught. . .
The dreamer must toil when the odds are great,
Must stand to failure and work and wait.
Must keep his faith though he stand alone,
Until the truth of his dream is known.”
― Edgar Guest

“A TIDY SPELL"

I've just been through a tidy spell,
I tell you it's a verity,
I've sorted out the things to keep,
The things to give to charity.

I've sorted out my ties and belts,
I've sorted out my shirts,
I've sorted out my coats and slacks---
To part with some it hurts.

I've sorted out my shoes and socks,
I've sorted out my shorts,
I've sorted out so much, in fact,
That now I'm out of sorts.
-by Richard Armour”
― Richard Armour