The web

Her place around the corner
looks like it's never stopped

celebrating Halloween.

It’s a sprawling Valley bungalow

with deep porches which appear

to have been screened and draped

by a giant spider or some kind of

....conceptual artist.

-Told you I was a weaver,

what do you think?

-I don’t know! what is that?

-Lots of things, lots of stuff.

Cotton bolls I scavenged from what

gets left on the ground by the machines

at industrial farms. Scraps of marine

fishing nets. Rotting clothesline. Rags.

Anything made from fibers that I can

tease apart and reuse.

-Ok, I don’t mean to be rude

or ignorant but what is it for?

-Just something I like to do.

Art, I guess? Do you like it?

-Well, actually……..yeah.

It’s kind of different,

kinda spooky. More that I look

at it, the more I like it.

-That’s good. Wait’ll you

see what’s inside.

The porch has furniture

made with the same aesthetic

as the webs enveloping the exterior,

improvised metal frames like reimagined

mid-20th Century butterfly chairs.

With multi-fibered, rags, cords,

and fabric scraps, instead of canvas

for the seats. Several hammocks

in the same fashion. A hanging

chair in the form of an African

weaver bird nest.

-Yes, you are a weaver!

My God! This is amazing.

-Thank you. Let’s go inside,

it’s cooler.

It is much cooler inside the house. Dim.

Shanice leaves her shoes at threshold.

Mack does the same. The hardwood

floors are smooth and cool on their feet.

-Feels nice doesn’t it?

-Yeah.

-Thirsty? I have water, sun tea,

or would you like something stronger?

Have you had any of the Harmony Spirits yet?

-Yes, I have. Really interesting,

but water sounds good to me.

-Me too. Come on in, takes a moment

for your eyes to adjust to the light,

but I like to keep it like this. Be right

back. I’ll get the water.

One side of the room has a large

carpet, patterned in the antique

style of Central Asia or Persia.

The other side has bins overflowing

with various fabrics, fibers, chicken wire.

Long slender willow branches. Rags.

Coils of rope, wire, tangles of heavy

nylon fishing line dangle from

hooks attached to the wall.

A loom stands facing the curtained

front window.

Shanice returns with the water.

-That’s where I do my small stuff,

There’s a skylight and I can open the curtains.

The light's really nice in the morning.

Are you a morning person? Or afternoon?

-I like the morning, especially now that

the world is this hot. Sometimes I get up

hours before dawn. It’s the quietest time

and I like that.

-Yes! I like that too. I like to go out

back before the sun comes up.

Look at the stars. Naked.

C’mon I want to show you

the rest of my place.

They go through an arched doorway

into an even dimmer room. At the far

side, is a oval frame about two feet

above the floor covered with a tight

mesh of multi-colored strands.

-It’s a bed try it.

Mack sits on the edge and bounces

lightly. -It’s kind of like a trampoline.

-Yeah, it has some action. Go ahead.

Mack rolls onto the center,

tries a bounce or two. Says,

-Not really for big stunts is it? More

like a really comfortable hammock.

-That depends on what you mean by stunts.

I could show you some. Wanna fool around?

Like right now...?

-Said the spider to the fly…..

-Yes, I’m a widow and a web spinner

but I promise not to bite your head off.

-I see. Yeah, show me some of your tricks.

I’ll show you some of mine.

Weavers

 A couple dozen pairs

of eyes keep painting

Mack and Red

with curious glances.

Some frank, some timid.

Shanise, the team leader

from the deconstruction crew

saunters over to their table.

Sits down on the bench and

slides up close to Mack.

Doffs her straw bonnet

and shakes loose a mane

of butterscotch and chocolate curls.

Mack notices that she has unbuttoned

the top two buttons on her overalls.

She fans what's now exposed,

the top of her breasts, with the bonnet. 

Notices Mack noticing. Smiles.

-Pretty hot, ain’t it?

Red watches the two of them, says

-Hi Shanise, care to join us?

- Don’t mind if I do.

Shanise takes one of the crab cakes

off Mack’s plate. Inspects it

for a moment then takes a slow

deliberate bite and puts the rest

back on Mack’s plate.

Picks a crumb off the corner

of her mouth and licks it

off the tip of a long, red-polished nail.

-mmm, I just love these crabcakes,

what do you think, Mack? tasty?

-Yeah, very nice. tasty, yeah.

Red cocks her head to one side

arches an eyebrow at Shanise.

Shanise says, -It’s siesta time,

why don’t you finish the tour

later, Red? Mack can do siesta

with me, my place is right around

the corner. Carol was asking about

you this morning, something about

last night was supposed to be date night?

She left the job site early…

-mmm. I don’t know, maybe.

I’ll check in on her. You don’t

mind Mack? Catch you later?

-uh, sure, catch you later.

Shanise gently squeezes his leg.

-Cool, honey, you can rest awhile

and then I’ll show you some

of my weavings, I’m a weaver.

Red says, Yes, she’s quite the

……. weaver. See you later.

Red leaves the cafe,

waves a back-handed good bye

without looking back.

-Shall we go? Would you like

to take a bath? I have a big

old fashioned clawfoot tub.

-What about the water?

-Oh don’t worry about that,

we’re gonna share it, right?

and then I’ll use it in my garden.

-Ok.

At the Harmony Cafe

-What the hell is crab doing

out here in the semi desert?

-Kind of a mystery, isn't it?

-uh, yeah!

I thought Harmony

was totally self sustaining.

-We are. Depends on

what you mean by total.

Or self sustaining. We

aren’t dependent

on the larger economy

but we do enjoy coffee,

tea, and crab in season.

Right. So do you buy or trade?

-Both. Depends on the product.

We have relationships

with communities that

share our values of

stewardship of the planet,

personal responsibility,

and a dedication to having

as much fun and crab cakes

as the Creator provides.

-The Creator?

-Yes. There are a few different

notions of what that means

among us, but we all share

a reverence for Creation,

whatever agent or agency

has meaning for each of us.

-So what are you, Red,

if you don’t mind my asking?

-I was brought up in the

7th Day Adventist church

as were many of us here

in Harmony. As you might

infer from our farming techniques.

But when I lived in the city,

I went to a lot of different

churches, temples, mosques.

I suppose you could call me

something of a Judeo-Christian mutt.

With Buddhist seasonings

and Sufi sauce. What about you?

-oh, I don’t know, I wasn’t

brought up as anything.

Sometimes I wish I was,

you know, to share with

a community. Belong to

something more than

being a fan of a favorite

sports team. I guess.

-Well you could have plenty

to choose from here. Or

make your own blend.

A lot of us participate

in multiple rituals and

celebrations. But in the

meantime, try the crabcakes

or the spinach omelet.

You won’t be disappointed.

-I guess I’ll try the crab.

But tell me this, what’s

with all the white coveralls

and straw hats? Is that some

kind of cult thing?

-Yeah, you caught us!

It’s the cult of keeping protected

while working in this environment

with a summer climate not much cooler

than the outskirts of hell.

Whatever anyone’s spiritual practice is,

-we’re practical as well.