If My Head Had No Top by Matt Zurbo   Imagine if my head had no top, ideas would flow out into the air, before catching in trees, seeping into other people’s thoughts, gathering in bus stops. And sounds and weather and the sky would flood in.   What if my fingers had no tips? … Continue reading Day 254: If My Head Had No Top

Storm In a Cup by Matt Zurbo A storm is brewing in my cup. (Kid, looking startled into his mug. Storm can be seen brewing through windows behind him.) My cup with hot chocolate, of course. (Cup, with small storm cloud, and burst of light around it.) The storm started small, now, look out! (Kid, … Continue reading Day 253: Storm In a Cup

Spring, Boing, Boink by Matt Zurbo (Yesterday I did a similar theme of a boy with springs for legs. Sometimes one idea can lead to two stories. There is nothing wrong with trying things.)   Cooper O’Donoghue was sick of crowds. (Likeable ratbag, looking up, surlily at emotionless peak-hour crowd.) Then, one day, he found … Continue reading Day 252: Spring, Boing, Boink.

Cooper O’Donoghue:The Boy with Spring Feet by Matt Zurbo   Cooper O’Donoghue had a wish, as he jumped and hopped about. “Steel springs on my legs please!” he commanded with a big shout! So, in the school woodwork room, blue collar kids didn’t mess around. Using truck parts, cogs, spools, to Cooper's legs spring socks … Continue reading Day 251: Cooper O’Donoghue: The Boy with Spring Feet