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" "Where grows the compost heap" "In search of Iris" "For Jeanette ... when she grows old" "Drugs sold here" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" : "Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Winter: 18 Mas'il (December 29)" "When is it proper to tell someone you love them?" "Tupac and more poetry" "James Doohan, Scotty. Ombra mai fu. Eutin Guitar Orchestra" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
I wrote a poem yesterday. If I write one today... 2 down, 28 to go. NaPoWriMo is upon us. If I discipline myself I can use the time in Portugal to a real advantage. Still working on hostels, choice of city. Gdañsk in Poland is still a possibilty. Ah... the angst. LOL I bought SD cards for my cameras. With 64gb available I should be fine. I ran out last year. One learns. Bought mothballs for my woollens too. 2 months is lots of time for wee hungry moths. I cancelled my phone service for the time I'll be gone. That should save $50/month. Got a call from the court today for jury duty. NOT. Need to put that in writing before I leave. All-in-all, I accomplished some things. |