In March and early April
the Flying Carpet sang
“"go in and out the windows"”
and careened
near and by and through

 the rondels at the Cloisters

in New York

 

the wall of windows
of the Institut du Monde Arabe 
that act as camera lens aperatures
and vary with the amount of sunlight

 in Paris, France

 

 

illumination of stained glass

sanctuary church 

in Paris, France

 

 

 deserted ruin of a greenhouse
in the Jardim Botanico Tropical
in Belem, Portugal

 

 

Moorish stone lace fairy tale
Monserrate Palace
in Sintra, Portugal
 

 

 Blue blue sky
and flooding sunlight
in Tavira, Portugal

 

 

meditation on mortality
Capela dos Ossos
fake flowers... real bones
in Faro, Portugal

 

from the golden cathedral
to the crumbling walls and windows
along the back streets
in Faro, Portugal

 

 

color poem window
in Lisbon, Portugal

 

 

so many tiles
so little time

in Lisbon, Portugal

 

 

a memory of growing up
surrounded by the Delft tiles

of my Dutch Grampa
in the National Palace
in Sintra, Portugal

 

 

mystery dilineation
greenhouse of the
Brooklyn Botanic Garden
in Brooklyn, New York

 

 

“"Now go and choose a partner"”

Special thanks to my
amazing traveling companions:

Sialia

 

 

Serena

 

 

and our mascot

 

In February The Flying Carpet

celebrated the wonderous and unsung

 women

who make the world go round:

a mother

receiving blessing for her sons at shishi go san

in Kyoto

 

a lacemaker 

 stitching a life of intricacy

on the island of Burano

a grandmother

spinning on her bicycle wheel spinning wheel

in the countryside of Laos 

a farmer

selling her chickens at the morning market

in Luang Prabang

 

a shrine maiden

calligraphing a temple book

at Heian Shrine

a weaver

winding silk from a cocoon

in Cambodia

a papermaker

singing the song of her village

in Imadate

a waitress

haloed and awaiting a customer

in Mexico City

 

every day sacred

In January 
The Flying Carpet
shivered above snow covered peaks

 
reading the calligraphy
of earth's secrets

California here I come

the lure of golden sunshine
and crepuscular rays

Bird Sanctuary sunset
transforming

from masterpiece to masterpiece

dunes & mist & ocean 

& new friends
 Special thanks to Joni and Gina and Lauren

In December The Flying Carpet

Moseyed amidst ghost towns 

with forgotten names

With longtime friends trading stories

Of abandoned houses 

with windows like skull eye sockets

Of Chain link nets catching the past  

The sign says:

I heart my church

myvictorylife.com

Rivulets of water 

sculpting aeonic stones

Color poem of a late afternoon

with an impossibly blue sky

So out with the old

and in with the new

And blessing and monkeyshines

in 2016

Special thanks to Dana and Linda...

dearest friends

November Flying Carpet 2015

In November the Flying Carpet 
got its Day of the Dead on
at the Marigold Parade 
in Albuquerque, New Mexico

Exuberant and Unique Revelry
Celebrating the Dead
by those who 
"have been
“born here all my life"”
as they say in Burque

 Calavera attire...
living evocations of the prints of
José Guadalupe Posada
satirizing the finery 
of the wealthy upper classes

La Calavera Catrina is considered to be 

the personification 
of The Day of the Dead.

Danse Macabre...
Remembrance of loved ones
Vivos Los Queremos!

Political La Raza

some truly spooky aspects

amidst the general zaniness 
and showing off

Special thanks to Sialia and Jacob 
for including me

...and Serena just because...

October Flying Carpet 2015

"Hail Hail Rock 'n' Roll!"

The Flying Carpet rocked out

at the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame 

in Cleveland

"Tight dresses and lipstick"

"Good Golly Miss Molly!"

It's Little Richard's pink jumpsuit!

 

Elvis's suit has not left the building

"...back out on the street again"

"Two silhouettes on the" window

"I was so much older then

I'm younger than that now"

"Bringin' it all Back Home"

"Number 9

Number 9"

Happy Halloween!

Special Congratulations to Sialia

who received her Certificate of Excellence

from The American Academy of Bookbinding