The Plains by Matt Zurbo   I imagine a flat semi-desert setting, with an Aboriginal girl and boy. Almost every image a panorama. Thomy Wajhata lived on the plains. (Kid, stretching on porch of wooden shack on two foot high stilts, in case of floods, on the plains.) (Kid walking along long, flat plains panorama.) … Continue reading Day 314: The Plains

If I Could by Matt Zurbo   If I could I’d plant a tree, I’d give it some big mark, so, each year, I could see, from where greatness starts. If you ran real fast, I’d get you a really cute puppy, so as the years past, you’d understand, what it means to be in … Continue reading Day 313: If I Could

The Bath by Matt Zurbo   (Boy and girl. Both filthy. One sitting in mud, other standing in it. Both staring at reader.) The torture chamber. (Image of a bath.) No, no, argh! No! (Boy and girl resisting as broom pushed them towards bath.) Bitter defeat. (Boy and girl, still filthy, staring out from in … Continue reading Day 312: The Bath

I Am, You Are by Matt Zurbo   I like to laugh. (Small white boy standing on head, farting. White background. All backgrounds predominately white/empty throughout story.) And even sometimes cry. (Boy hugging old dog, cheek-to-cheek, tear in eye.) To be happy, (Boy, happy, at beach, jumping off pier, floatation tube around waist.) and mad. … Continue reading Day 311: I Am, You Are