A Tire Swing Story is a bite-sized "imagining" inspired by an object I discover while wandering. It could be a curbside trash gem or a message sprayed on a wall. A lost mitten, or an antique store find. Anything goes. I photograph the object and post them together, the story and its inspiration. There will be a new story every Monday and Wednesday. On Fridays, I'll discuss writing, life, love, and coffee. (In no particular order and maybe all at once.)
Friday, April 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
He will survive too.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
It never healed right.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Just think: each of these statements belongs to a person with their own story to tell. Would you have written on this journal if you'd stumbled across it in your day. And what would you have said?
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
She closed the nursery door behind her and wedged a chair beneath the handle.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Rupert Small was a doorman at a fancy department store. He wore a black wool coat with silver buttons, and a cap. On his hands were spotless white gloves.
But at the age of thirty-seven, Rupert had never been on an actual airplane, much less flown one.
Read the first part of this story here:
Friday, April 8, 2011
I made this sheet. At the top, I wrote: "What do you want to say?"
April 6. 3:20 pm- Walked my sister out to the streetcar stop. Checked out the sign. A few posts! Okay, we got a couple of nice statements: "Spring is coming soon." "Tomorrow is a new page." A downer: "Everyone ends badly" and a stumper: "Mr. Brainwash."
I'll keep an eye on this journal over the upcoming week, and report back to you next Friday about how it went. In the meantime, please enjoy this video of an old-school David Letterman episode, where Dave is man on the street interviewing folks. Love it!
Embrace the unexpected this weekend, story-makers. See you back here on Monday.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
The Queen is starting to wonder why I've lost all interest in mating. Everyone in the colony seems to think I should be doing my job. But I can't stop foraging. There's a human girl nearby who is careless. She's always leaving things behind in the schoolyard. I carry these lost items back to the nest for Lucy.
Monday, April 4, 2011
But tonight Sarah pulled away from John at the bathroom door and rejoined their friends in the kitchen. A few minutes later she discovered that he'd left the party. She would have to walk home.
Friday, April 1, 2011
"I love you," spray-painted on the side.