Odgen Nash wrote many of the animal poems I adored when I was a kid -- I'd walk a long way to catch a just a whiff of his ephemeral cabin too.
What an incredible tree. I am still inching my way through Underland, and one of the conceits is that the author carries with him a tiny model of a casket, given to him by someone who needed to rid himself of his sins. This person wrote down his sins -- all the pain he had caused other people -- burned the paper, and sealed the ashes inside the casket. The author has agreed to hide the casket where it can never be found or re-surfaced. These portals to the underworld really are so tempting, both as metaphors and as real-life places.
I love stuff like this. It's the kind of thing that I lived for when I used to travel for work all the time.
Odgen Nash wrote many of the animal poems I adored when I was a kid -- I'd walk a long way to catch a just a whiff of his ephemeral cabin too.
What an incredible tree. I am still inching my way through Underland, and one of the conceits is that the author carries with him a tiny model of a casket, given to him by someone who needed to rid himself of his sins. This person wrote down his sins -- all the pain he had caused other people -- burned the paper, and sealed the ashes inside the casket. The author has agreed to hide the casket where it can never be found or re-surfaced. These portals to the underworld really are so tempting, both as metaphors and as real-life places.