Hiatus

Miriam’s Well will be on break Wednesday Nov 24 until Wed Dec 1–in honor of both Thanksgiving and the end of the semester!
This is a good time to thank you all–readers, commenters, contributors. Also, to remind you that the Well is ALWAYS looking for submissions–haiku, flash fiction, and prose and poetry on our themes. Also–images, ideas, and musings. And even guest bloggers who like to write on a variety of subjects. Keep mein your loop!
Have a good holiday!

Little People in the City by Slinkachu

I’ve come across the most amazing artist, who puts tiny figures in narrative urban settings. The book is from Boxtree, 2008. Website is–http://little-people.blogspot.com/

These tiny installations or sculptures make me want to write a poem…but then I realize they are already poems.

This work is included in Street Arts, at 516 Gallery in Albuquerque.

Muffy McPherson by Ariel Gore

Muffy McPherson
 
Muffy McPherson lives across the street. Her house has two stories and a swimming pool in the back yard.
Muffy McPherson has a pink canopy over her bed and a Barbie Dream House under her bedroom window.
In her back yard, behind the pool, Muffy McPherson has a big red playhouse with a Barbie oven in it. We wear red-and-white-checked aprons and we pretend to make chocolate chip cookies. When we’re done we go inside and Muffy McPherson’s mother has made us real chocolate chip cookies that cool on a tray on an island in the middle of the kitchen. That’s what it’s called when you have a counter in the middle of your kitchen that you can walk all the way around—an island.
Muffy McPherson doesn’t come over to my house to play and I’m glad—my mother wouldn’t make us cookies and if my stepdad did, they’d have carob chips that he bought in bulk from the Briarpatch co-op market and then he might take out his teeth.
Muffy McPherson’s mother wears a lavender leisure suit and she uses real chocolate and she never takes out her teeth. Muffy’s father goes to work in the morning and doesn’t come home until dinnertime. He’s important because he invented something called “collagen implants” that makes skinny people fat in the just right places.
Muffy McPherson is in love with Harrison Ford.
It’s not a crush. It’s true love.
“I’m going to marry him,” she says. And she dances across her pink-canopied bed, swishing her straight blonde hair back and forth.
My hair is dark and curly and I know there’s not much I can do about it, but I think maybe if I had a pink canopy over my bed, I wouldn’t feel so scared all the time.
“I have a poster of Harrison Ford,” I tell Muffy.
“You do?” She stops moving, stares at me.
“Yeah,” I say. “You can have it.” I shrug, cool as I know how.
She nods real slow and I can’t believe I actually have something Muffy McPherson wants. It makes me feel calm and powerful at the same time, like maybe we’re not so different, Muffy and me. Like maybe even with my hair, I can be one of the pretty people when we go back to school in September.
 
The next day I come back with my poster of Harrison Ford, rolled up all nice. It’s not actually my poster, I stole it from Leslie, stole it right off her wall, but I’ve already practiced my denial, practiced the blank look on my face when I’ll claim I don’t know what happened to the poster.
Muffy McPherson’s mother answers the door and calls upstairs to Muffy. I bound up those soft stairs, close the door to Muffy’s room behind me and begin to unfurl the poster.
Muffy McPherson’s face is all thrill at first, but then she frowns. “That’s not Harrison Ford,” she scowls, then squints her eyes at the picture. “That’s. Some. Old Man!”

“It isn’t?” I look at it. Harrison Ford. The guy who’s Doctor Doolittle in the movie.

Muffy McPherson clenches her teeth and crosses her arms and shakes her head, her hair swishing a little. “That’s Rex Harrison. It says so right there.” She points her thin finger to the signature at the bottom corner of the poster. “REX Harrison,” she says again. “Are you stupid? Do you know even know who Harrison Ford is?”

I look at the poster, at Rex Harrison with his side burns and sly smile, and then at Muffy McPherson with her long blonde hair and stern look. I roll up the poster. I glance at the Barbie Dream House behind Muffy and I already miss playing with the Ken doll. I swallow hard. I say, “Yeah, I know who Harrison Ford is. I just. I was only kidding.” And I feel something in the back of my throat that’s hot and sore, like a coal from the campfire that got stuck there. And I don’t know who Harrison Ford is.

I don’t know who Harrison Ford is.

Mariposa

I had a nice time in Nob Hill yesterday–a breezy still autumnal day in Albuquerque. Went to Papers (which has moved, but just a few storefronts down) for my annual notebook buying spree. I love notebooks–the only supplies needed by me as a writer. I need big ones, little ones for my purse, blank ones, lined ones. I need a new one for every project, every journey. They make me happy.
Then to my favorite gallery in the city–Mariposa Gallery (www.mariposa-gallery.com). I visited my favorite haute couture collection–miniature dresses made of metal and what looks like recycled bits–how chic!
(modern_goat)
Here is a description of the artist:

“Marcia Sednek is best known for her ability to transform found objects into fetching miniature dress sculptures. Using recycled materials like antique cookie tins, old baking pans or even a rusty cheese grader, Sednek forms each dress into a one -of -a -kind piece of art.

For personal adornment, Marcia cuts, twists and bends the same innovative materials into whimsical miniature purse & flower pins. The youngest of sixteen children, Marcia lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico.”

I wonder if being the youngest meant hand-me-down-dolls…

Also at Mariposa–a shadowbox by Karan Sipe–with an old fashioned ceramic doll dressed in a map, globe and airplane dangling (Yes, I bought it).

And some beautiful small new paintings by April Park, with dreamy houses, little ducks and creatures, Klee-esque. I loved the one inscribed with the phrase–“wish you were here.”

Flash Flood: Community Art Action

I was excited to learn about the following environmental art project:

What: FLASH FLOOD Community Art Action
Where: The dry bed of the Santa Fe River
When: Saturday, November 20, 2010

Dozens of community institutions and activists are gearing up for a series of workshops and events in advance of the November 20, 2010 “FLASH FLOOD for a Living River.” The Santa Fe Art Institute, in coordination with Bill McKibben’s 350.org, an international campaign dedicated to building a movement in response to the global threats of climate change, is spearheading the New Mexico project, which is one of five U.S. sites out of 20 global locations. 3,000 community members will carry and flip blue-painted recycled cardboard to compose the FLASH FLOOD in the dry bed of the Santa Fe River, which has been designated as one of America’s most endangered rivers. The art action and aerial design will be visible and documented from outer space via satellite. The FLASH FLOOD will be projected worldwide alongside the 19 other global aerial designs as part of the Cancun Climate Change Summit, November 29 – December 10, 2010.

The large coalition of community institutions forming around the FLASH FLOOD project include:

Casa Allegre
City of Santa Fe
DeVargas Middle School
Earth Care International
Earth Guardians
EarthWorks Institute
Frenchy’s Field and Commons community groups
Institute of American Indian Arts (IAIA)
New Energy Economy
New Mexico Arts Commission
Salazar Elementary School
Santa Fe Arts Commission
Santa Fe Community College
Santa Fe Parks Commission
Santa Fe River Commission
Santa Fe Watershed Association
Santa Fe University of Art and Design
State of New Mexico
Youth Works
and more!
Information from the Santa Fe Art Institute Blog–http://sfaiblog.org/2010/10/19/flash-flood/
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Although unfortunately I couldn’t be there, I was lucky enough to find Margo Conover’s photographs, taken today. Thank you, Margo!

Libby Hall’s Ratatouille (Excellent for Writers on a Cold Fall Day)

RATATOUILLE

E – Z – P – O – T  (eggplant – zucchini – peppers – onion – tomatoes)

Here’s how to make a hearty ratatouille.  I like heavily seasoned foods so you might prefer less spices.  For variety, you can add more or less of certain veggies or add  in curry paste, or chicken or pork.

1 eggplant  –  slice into chunks
5-8 zucchini (3 yellow crookneck and 3 zucchini) slice (as thin or thick as you like) 
Garlic – chopped  (as much as you can stand)
1 large onion – chopped
4 cups of sliced red, green yellow peppers     (Trader Joe’s “Melange a Trois” frozen peppers  — I use 2 bags)
EVOO  (about 1/4 in. in pan)
1 T. oregano
3 T. Cardamon powder  (sold in bulk herbs @ Vit. Cottage)
2 – 15 oz. cans of diced tomatoes 
Salt to taste

Add  EVOO to large pot—med. heat
Add chopped onion, do not brown  — saute until clear
Add eggplant and zucchini  — stir it in
Add peppers and garlic   –  mix it up again
Add oregano, cardamon powder and salt (to taste) 
Add contents of 2 = 15 oz. cans of diced tomatoes
Stir 
 Simmer on low heat for 30-40 minutes.   Makes 16  –  one cup servings. 

GOOD NEWS…this dish can be prepared in 20 mins.;  simmers for an additional 30-40 minutes…AND……it freezes well.
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