Paper PlanesbyMatt Zurbo Xiaodan had a beautiful name. It meant little dawn. But everybody called her Xi, which, when you said it, sounded like Shee, and meant rare. She didn’t feel it, though. Not at all.   Xi lived on the tenth floor of a 20 story apartment block, just like all the other apartment blocks. … Continue reading Bonus 7: Paper Planes

Hi readers and lovers of imagination! I am extremely proud to announce the launch of an Austrian/Australian production, especially given all those trapped at home with their children right now! Hannes Stremfl is a teacher of future kindergarten teachers in Austria. He has organised his students to make downloadable book templates of six of their … Continue reading Do It Yourself Cielo Books

Me, We by Matt Zurbo   I like to laugh. (Small Caucasian boy standing on head, laughing. White background. All backgrounds predominately white/empty.) And even sometimes cry. (Boy hugging old dog, face-to-face, tear in eye.) To be happy, (Boy, happy, jumping off pier, floatation tube around waist.) and mad. (Big slob/bully kid throwing garbage over … Continue reading Bonus 6: Me, We

The Landscape Artist by Matt Zurbo Hunting kangaroos wasn’t hard, they were everywhere. Neither was fighting. Fights were everywhere, too. Wajhata had been in a dozen or more, and lost nearly every one. On the edge of the desert there was nothing else to do. Sure, there was television, if you like fingernails scratching on … Continue reading Bonus 5: The Landscape Artist II