With You by Matt Zurbo   These are the moments I’d like to be stuck in time with you. (Two kids, one helping other lower down a small drop of some sort.) As you’re sighing. You have a great sigh. Eating an icy pole. Pulling faces. Describing monsters. Exploring... While watching a movie outdoors. At … Continue reading Day 360: With You

Wombat and Smoke Foxes by Matt Zurbo Jannali was a wombat made of cogs and gears. (For this book I imagine beautiful b&w images, almost etchings, no greys. But up to artist. Wombat in paddock at night, looks normal, other than small bow off centre on head, and a few small gears and small aerial in … Continue reading Day 359: Wombat and Smoke Foxes

Mum's Crying by Matt Zurbo   Why is Mum crying? (Mother, head lowered, tears on cheeks. Child looking up at her, concerned.) I don’t know. Has some monster attacked? (Child and mother now small, big monster stomping away.) Or has one of the pets died? (Child standing, perplexed look over shoulder at fat golden retriever … Continue reading Day 358: Mum’s Crying

Loopi and Vinnie – A love story… of sorts. by Matt Zurbo   Loopi had an owl, she flew like a kite. Up and down, all across town, throughout the darkest night. It embraced the moon, all its light, reflected from the sun. That silver hue, that gave views, of a place most people shun. … Continue reading Day 357: Loopi and Vinnie – A love story… of sorts.