Freedom Is... by Matt Zurbo   I wonder if I had wings, would I feel more free? (Kid with wings, looks small as soaring in clouds.) How would I handle the winds? (Kid with wings tumbling through air.) The cold? (Kid, hugging own shoulders, cold, while arching around snowy peak.) Predators? (Kid flying, being harassed … Continue reading Day 336: Freedom Is…

The Farmyard Champion by Matt Zurbo   Logan had a problem. (Kid hands in pockets, kicking rock along dusty road.) “I want to be a country football legend like Dad!” he said. (Kid, possum wrapped around shoulders, looking at Dad’s trophy in the farm shed, on clustered tool shelf.) But Logan also loved his farm … Continue reading Day 335: The Farmyard Champion

The Landscape Artist by Matt Zurbo   Mook discovered early in life he had a talent. He was great at painting landscapes.    His family didn’t have much. Mook never used paint brushes, he was hopeless at that sort of painting.    He used words.    “Dad…” he said, on a day his father was … Continue reading Day 334: The Landscape Artist

Juggle As You Please by Matt Zurbo Nugsy was walking along, traveling here to there, when he saw a strange thing just beyond the fair. (Boy walking, holding an ice-cream. Looking at something out of our vision.)  “Fish flying, still in their bowls? What’s going on?” he said, stopping to have a look, at happenings … Continue reading Day 333: Juggle As You Please