Family Trees by Matt Zurbo   Sammy Moore, who most adored, woke up early, fell on the floor. His head too heavy, sprouting branches he ran to doctor, taking no chances. Leaves soon grew, limbs got heavy, full of all his distant relies. His family tree up on head, was a burden, so he said. … Continue reading Day 264: Family Trees

The Grave by Matt Zurbo   My name doesn’t matter… I was a convict, from England, sent to Van Diemen’s Land, in 1812. (Haunty, shadowed person in rags, standing in the mist.) Some of us were bad. A lot were just unlucky, poor. (Skeletal ghost under ground, watching image of convicts being lead off of … Continue reading Day 263: The Grave

Oh, Brother by Matt Zurbo   Jules had a problem, with his twin, Roscoe. Everywhere one went, the other had to follow. Two heads, one body, made it awful tough, when it came time to eat and other important stuff. Roscoe wanted to sing, while Jules ducked and hid. A song was sung, on the … Continue reading Day 262: Oh, Brother!

Oh, Dream... by Matt Zurbo We all have our own dreams. I'll leave the art direction for this story to the artists... and, of course, the reader. Oh to fall, away from noise and action and people, just drift and fall to sleep. Oh to fall into dreams. Safe dreams, dangerous dreams. Bold and weird … Continue reading Day 261: Oh, Dream…