October Flying Carpet

In October

the Flying Carpet

lived the High Life

and enjoyed

the acme of autumn.

Braking for the occasional Pegasus,

 

the Flying Carpet was rarin' to go

 

to The Classical Gas Museum in Embudo, NM

and Garcia's Fruit Stand near Velarde, NM.

Braking for migrating cranes,
the Flying Carpet made a splash landing at
Bosque Del Apache Wildlife Refuge,

got its Outsider on at
Pop Shaffer's home
south of scenic downtown Mountainair,

and mourned vanished culture
at the ruins of Abo and Quarai
in the fading blaze of October.
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Thanks to Susan-san, Walt, Donna, Zack, Lana, Dana, and Linda
for zooming with me on the carpet!

September Flying Carpet

In September 

the Flying Carpet "sailed off through night and day"

 and went to "Where The Wild Things Are"

(a.k.a. the Penland Instructors Retreat near Asheville, NC)

 

107 past instructors 

"made mischief of one sort and another"

  

The Wild Things "roared their terrible roars"

"and gnashed their terrible teeth"

"and rolled their terrible eyes"

and the "Wild Rumpus" was never ending

Then the Flying Carpet "waved goodbye to the Wild Things"

and packed its suitcase

(a little tricky to keep the suitcase attached to the carpet)

"and sailed back over a year

and in and out of weeks

and through a day"

at Cerrillos

(the land that time forgot and Mary Jane remembered)

and into "the night of" its very own wall to wall...

August Flying Carpet

In August
The Flying Carpet
morphed
into a welcome mat
and
lounged around
all month
while many many feet rambled across its supine form.

 Resplendent strangers and “heartist” friends came to see
MUSE,
a biennial show of
collages

  

journals

                                                                  

bundles

                                                                 

assemblage

and photographs

running away

from home on August 31st
The Flying Carpet
swooped
past
Borrego's Bootery,
Audra's Lil' Hair Place,
Mr. Cash Wants to Pay You!
Lifescapes World Travel Spanish Cafe
and the 

Maestes Family Home

skedaddled
past the crags
of Georgia O'Keefe's playground ...
The White Place...
(bleached bones of shipwrecked desert pirate ships)

and eerie abandoned mosques

and
jounced
    along the rumbling suspension of disbelief 

on 13 excruciating miles to
    The Monastery of Christ in the Desert
    past Abiquiu
and beyond the beyond

(tire shards... “alligators" on the road
    as the chromatic harp serenades)

cruised
past the Lovin' Oven
and the Saints and Sinners Lounge
and
curled up and dozed
dreaming of September breezes...

“if it's weird, you know it's human.”--Peter Sellers


Special thanks to "The Birdman of Alta Vista"

Photos by Zack and Gail

July Flying Carpet

In July the Flying Carpet travelled around the world by staying home.

Folk Art Market in Santa Fe
is a yearly festive gathering of crafts people
from all over the world
sponsored by The Museum of International Folk Art.
www.folkartmarket.org

IMAGINE careening through booths of handmade treasures

What a paradise for a carpet.

IMAGINE a world of feet 

stomping, dancing, jingling, and undulating 

across your surface!

...and seeing faces like this!

IMAGINE carrying a vintage globe through the market 

and asking artists from all different countries 

to write LOVE in their language on transparent hearts. 

Then IMAGINE affixing each heart to its country 

while IMAGINING a world with no boundaries 

and people speaking the language of love.

(The carpet occasionally flashes on the sixties.)

Then IMAGINE the next week 

rising, swirling, and whirling 

with the Flying Men of Vera Cruz 

suspended from their 60 foot pole 

at Rancho de las Golandrinas.

IMAGINE a wildest dream becoming real.

Special thanks to John Lennon 
and the hundreds of people 

who contribute 

creative energy, time, money, love 

and IMAGINATION 

to Folk Art Market.

June Flying Carpet

Escaping its alien captors, the Flying Carpet
flashed through the stratosphere and the blazing of fires
to the Threshold of Dreams

dreams of hourglasses filled with phosphorescence

                                                dreams of inexplicable shimmers

dreams of shrouded wing-light

dreams of maps of ash and sand

dreams of air like chalk

dreams of cavorting pinwheels

dreams of splintered graves

dreams of angels with metal shadows

dreams of slipping through the cracks between the worlds

Special thanks to Maggie, Ro, and Horace McAffee