Below are some rough drafts of my contributions to the October show Donna and I are doing at the Canvas. We decided to a back and forth exchange, where I would write some really short stories/images/poems/etc. and she would then illustrate them, and she would produce drawings that I would then write about. Most of these are new, except Currents, which is an excerpt from Dancers. I'll probably put some more of these up as I amass ones that I like, and you can expect a big update with photos and such when the show goes up in October.
Snowbirds
The Snowbirds are perhaps one of the more peculiar of migratory species. Though they persevere through much of their adolescent phase, it is often not until the middle to elderly phase of their lifespan that are able to sustain prolonged flight from the colder regions to warmer climes. Perhaps even more peculiar than this delayed migratory phase, is the complete lack of vital necessity to their travels. Perfectly capable of forging for sustenance and shelter in the cold winter months, and often long past their reproductive stage, they never the less expend vast sums of their resources in order to spend a few months in warmer weather.
Bonfire
The air is sweet with wood smoke and filled with the pops of burning pine and chatter of the scattered circle of friends sipping from plastic cups. Someone strums their guitar to the steady beat of the waves on the beach.
Folk Fest
Drinks and drinkers slosh through the packed bar, feet stamp out a frenzied joy on the crowded dancefloor, as the bluegrass band churns through chorus after verse after chorus. The air is hot and humid and celebratory, stark contrast to the cold drizzly April night outside.
Cabin Fever
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One More for the Road
The night is cold again, but the warm hands of whiskey pushes you forward. The fine icy rain cuts through your thin jacket, but the lacy fingers of cigarette smoke beckon you on. You tip in and out of the bars along the main street, trying to find that last one for the road. And the warm hands of whiskey pushes you forward, and the lacey fingers of cigarette smoke beckon you on.
Currents
They swirled and spun alone before the band, ease and muscle memory stepping into their places. Communication broke down to the pressure of eyes and the trailing of hands on flesh; messages were tapped out across the telegraph wires of skin. Bodies became waves, steps and spins became thoughtlessly dynamic; they rode their own currents.
