Welcome to my over-stuffed port. Grab yer blanky if y'fear my bark. I'm breezes, meadows; I'm freshly mown lawn. Most everything bites, so be fair warned. I write about Nightengales, yes 'tis true; yet, 'tis the Meadowlark, I fear is true!
I write and I write and poetry spurts out. I love orange and green, Basho's hokku scenes, the plays of Ibsen, bittersweet chocolate, the tristesse of French movies and Tarjei Vesaas' novelettes.
Visit my blogs at "L'aura del Campo" and "Enga mellom fjella" .