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.)
Monday, January 30, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
p.s. beautiful lion image above created by artist Nicole-Zeug.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
Inspired by this photo I snapped of the New Moon Kitchen delivery van, I declare today, “The Day of the Cookie,” and I encourage each of you to give a cookie to someone you love. Or better yet, give a cookie to a total stranger.
Practice Random Acts of Cookie. And don't forget to write to us here, and tell us how it goes!
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
He's given himself a name: "Presto the Amazing."
Presto the Amazing has a black cape and a felt hat with a red feather. As he performs his flourishes while practicing in front of the mirror, Presto's feather bobs up and down.
He bought a lop-eared bunny with black spots named Houdini. He's mastered many tricks, including "The Split Coin," "The Blooming Bouquet," and the "Airborne Champagne Bottle."
But every great magician needs an assistant.
There's a pastry chef at work named Bonnie. Preston yearns to saw her in half. But though she regularly deposits her batter-encrusted pans at his station for scrubbing, Bonnie doesn't know he exists.
Tomorrow, the Purple Potato is catering a wedding. Bonnie has stayed late at the restaurant to construct the cake. Just as Preston finishes putting away the very last pot, she slips on her coat. "Goodnight," she says. Preston wants to say: "I'll see you home," but his throat has gone dry. The door of the kitchen closes behind her.
A few minutes later, he's walking down Brant street when there's some kind of commotion in the shadows ahead. A woman screams.
"Hey!" Preston yells. Dark figures flee.
He arrives to find Bonnie lying on the pavement.
"Are you alright?" he asks her.
"Yeah," she says, "but they got my purse."
He helps her to her feet. Then he pulls a playing card from behind her ear. The King of Hearts. Presto sees her eyes widen, and she smiles. And that feels Amazing.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
But though it was annoying, and maybe a little rude, he really did have every right to gobble that fish. This got me thinking about neighbours.
In the apartment building where I currently live, there's this one guy who likes to host "karaoke parties." Seriously. He gets a group of people together and they take turns singing into a microphone ALL NIGHT LONG.
Then there was this one place where I could hear the couple next door arguing. I remember lying awake trying to figure out what they were fighting about and whose side I was on.
What about you? What are some of the crazy, or perhaps wonderful, things your neighbours do?
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
Where are the others? (honk)
They'd stopped along their migration route to rest on a shallow lake in a golf course. Lou was mesmerized by the golf balls collected on the bottom, glowing like smooth stones. He dove under to have a look and when he surfaced, his flock had gone.
Lou's webbed foot nearly slips into a snake hole. He flaps his wings in panic. There are rattlers out here here and other venomous creatures. Scorpions. Black Window spiders. Scaly yellow and black Gila Monsters with flicking, forked tongues.
He tries to coach himself, like Sharon would do. "Lou, honey, keep track of landmarks. Blue plastic thing. Half a brick. Make a left at the tallest Saguaro cactus. No, honey--your other left. " (honk, honk, honk).
If only it wasn't so hot. Lou's head is spinning and he can no longer tell right from left, and up from down. He topples onto the ground with his chest heaving. It's the end. The Gila Monsters will get him and he and Sharon haven't even begun nesting yet.
Then he hears the flock, somewhere close and calling for him.
Friday, January 6, 2012
p.s. I adored the Survival Game and wish I could play it right now. Who's in?
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
He removes the piece of paper from his wallet. Its wrinkled and folded but there are her words, written in pink marker. Carson slides the receipt into R. Ward's mailbox.
Monday, January 2, 2012
The skunk took Vince's place in the cabinet. She tried to share her stories of the old woman, but Simon ignored her and continued to sing.