Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Sentinel Marked as if you own me I bow before the Bitterroots and just like you my rocky soil, my withered grass lays prey to the empty sky. © Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel" Reader's Choice of Poems: "Sentinel" "Glice" "Waterlily" "Boise City" "Plain cover jacket" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" : "Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Doing and don'ting. A scene in 2nd person." "In a garden of roses, baby" "Half-naked dreams? 'Getting the stain out of genes!" "ENFP, what are you?" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
...newspaper ...pink at the game. ME: UM won its game to the delight of waves of pink and maroon over blue jeans. It was breast cancer awareness day. Even the Missoulian was printed on pink paper. Me? Okay, but not so pink. Feel like I'm getting nowhere... even though that's not true. Journal, Wound (my NaNoWriMo effort this year), market... Must wander home now and clean and unclutter. It's been a battle. I bought a bookcase yesterday and quickly filled it. Next? Consolidating boxes by content and throwing out as much as I dare. This is the crux of the struggle. MUST THROW THINGS OUT! Maybe I'll cook up those French garlic sausages I bought first... |