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" "Glice" "Tales told over scones and hot tea" "I, Katrina" "Mauve Mavis" 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." "When is it proper to tell someone you love them?" "Holy day. Autumn in November. A mole." "Czernina (Dirk's-blood-soup?) and Murv Jacob's mural" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
#1315. Nothing equals nothing quite like nothing
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#1309. I'll still be around... for yet another year.
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#1246. Progress on presentation... one small step at a time... :-)
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#1229. Playas Brasilito y Conchal ... Guanacaste, Costa Rica.
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