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: "Zmitri" "In Lagada, la vita" "Waterlily" "At three" "Willowsong" 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" "Tupac and more poetry" "Poems inspired by maps. Remember 1963?" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
Me: I may or may not do something for Thanksgiving. I don't like large crowds and I feel awkward at other people's events... So, we'll see. Next Monday is the big dinner at the Senior Center. Price is right but the crowds... I'm not a beach person. Don't like barefoot but sandals? I grew up preferring to walk in socks (on heated floors). I'm not a beach person 2: but I like walking along the beach collecting, observing, taking photos. I really need to send out some of my This and Every November chapbooks; but to whom? Who would like one? As in pig-out? Ribs for lunch. One main meal for $3 and I'm mostly satisfied. I get enough meat 5 lunches a week I really don't need anymore. I don't bake. As a child I made breadsticks and pies. It would be nice... It's been a wee milder here. Back east in Western New York they are getting clobbered. I'll probably call tomorrow to hear the stories. Big storms were an event when I was a child. We all had Snow Stories. |