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" "Where grows the compost heap" "In search of Iris" "I, Katrina" "Wheat penny" 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" "Holy day. Autumn in November. A mole." "Wheat penny. Gave in, started a forum." FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
...vampire stories. My own. Me: I slid right into Spanish at the meeting today. But I tend to talk too much so I decided to chill and read some stuff I'd printed out yesterday. Interesting to read something written years ago. So. Made progress on my vampire stories. Need to make more. I can do editing on line but have a piece of paper in my hands is priceless. Shared "Old Sniffer" with fellow writers last night. I need more pointers on writing style. My degree was NOT English. Still, it was well-received. No other news. Dark rainy morning. Brighter afternoon. Faint color starting to show on the trees. |