The Rabbit Back Literature Society

morning in the middle of a grammar lesson, in the middle of a sentence, Ella started thinking: if a person has a soul, was her father’s soul gradually escaping, like air out of a leaky tire? She didn’t particularly believe in the soul or in God, but the thought kept coming back to worry her.

opened the book and was horrified to see that the pages were empty. She took down another book, and another.
“They’re all empty,” the cat said tauntingly. “You’d better hurry up. I’d start writing if I were you. Do you want to know how to write novels? I’ll tell you the secret: start on page one and keep going, in order, until you come to the last page. Then stop.”

Later she came to realize that under one reality there’s always another. And another one under that.

last I have a happy tune
a song that I can tell
of mayflies dashing and sparkling
and madness most beautiful,
sparrows plunging into clouds,
the sun on its rattling rails,
creatures of a land of frost
that stir a longing in my breast.