Dance On the Wind by Matt Zurbo   If I could I’d swallow the ocean! And eat the sky! Or eat the ocean… and paint the sky! If I could I’d listen to the Earth! And sing to the storm! I’d stomp down a mountain… and shout out a parade! If I could I’d sigh … Continue reading Day 250: Dance On the Wind

Seagull by Matt Zurbo   Thane’s grandfather was an oyster farmer. Every morning they would go out on the water together. The old man would pull the oyster racks onto his barge, then open four or five shells with his shucking knife, to see if they were ready to sell. Then Thane would get to feed … Continue reading Day 249: Seagull

Void by Matt Zurbo   Silvia, one night, reached into the dark, alone, unloved, afraid, for no real good reason, other than to see what the dark made. Needing something new, or even strange, she gave her fingers all of her heart, then pulled from the void a carousal, which gave that heart a start! … Continue reading Day 248: Void

The Best Garbo in the World by Matt Zurbo   2219AD (Many years in the future) (Two kids from 2219AD, with futuristic clothes, one on hover board, one wearing a motorised hopping boot.) "Did you know that's Phillip - the oldest garbo in the world?" "Him? A garbage collector? I heard about them in history!" … Continue reading Day 247: The Best Garbo in the World