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: "'heart's home'" "In Lagada, la vita" "Between us" "Boise City" "Koan on an October sky" 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." "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "Half-naked dreams? 'Getting the stain out of genes!" "Guitarman, a gift for Gary. Aaron Marable's art." FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
... meeeeeee... I have a craving for fish... although any seafood would do. Overdosed on sweets. I put two paperbacks on the second floor landing window in hopes that they will find a new home. I need to give books away that I won't be re-reading. Still watching "Red" from the French/Polish trilogy. I like the movie but have had problems watching anything. Editing photos again. Put photos from Porto, Portugal on-line. Fought with my computer to free up some space so it'll edit in Picasa again. After days of gloom, that bright shiny thing showed up today. Actually made chocolate peanut butter fudge last night that set up right and tastes good. Downside? It's sweet and addicting. I haven't done much recently. In truth, I could blog once a week. When the highlight of the day is what I had for lunch... |