Trying Tweet by Matt Zurbo   Tweet was an ordinary bird. (Small, cute bird.) Everyone seemed happy with that. (Four or five birds sitting on a hippo’s bum.) But one day she decided that wasn’t enough. (All other bird huddled in nest, screaming for worm mother bird is holding. Tweet storming off.) “I’m going to … Continue reading Day 325: Trying Tweet

The Magician's Hat by Matt Zurbo   If you should hum a tune, I hope that you don’t mind, I plan to spin and dance through it, and leave this place behind. To drift with your music, beyond this and that, to the magic place, found in a magician’s hat. There I’ll meet the rabbit, … Continue reading Day 324: The Magician’s Hat

The Moon is Pulled by My Bike by Matt Zurbo   (Moon in night sky. Suburban rooftop or two, maybe a street light.) Not many people know the moon is pulled by my bike. (Same view, but moon is being pulled across by a thin rope.) That’s why I only ever ride the one way. … Continue reading Day 323: The Moon is Pulled by My Bike

My Everything by Matt Zurbo (This story is as much about the imagery as it is the emotion. When possible, I would advise the artist to show as much of the sky as possible. Almost every page should feel like a panorama.)  Ella’s my mate. She’s a champion junior surfer. Locally, anyway. (Wide panorama of … Continue reading Day 322: My Everything