Tag: By Shelley Jackson
The Cat’s MeowBy Shelley Jackson, Guest-Edited by Frederic Tuten
December 2006 My daughter wears a jacket, like a book, but she is not a book, though she goes to the library. A book does not put other books under its jacket and walk away with them. My daughter tells me all the library books must be returned to the wood, and that is where she is taking them. She stacks them up into trunks and branches and tells them they are trees.