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 |   Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
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Enga mellom Fjella  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" "La Bella Vita" "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)" "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "Footprints in the snow, in memory of Nyia Page" "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 |
...1970. Where's the party? People have been good to me. Almond Roca, Sicilian cookies? I don't celebrate Christmas but I am touched by the kindness of others. Yesterday I went through some stunning photos that AL  posted at Smugbug. She has talent My closet is full! Shirts are all hung up. Pants are mostly put away. Shoes? Shoes are next. Took some things down to the dumpster in a box. If someone is desperate... if not, I'll toss in the dumpster later this evening.  Finally got the landlord's key under his office door. Keeping it around my place where it could get misplaced was not a charming idea.  Pork today instead of beef. Very good though. As were the Brussels sprouts. mE: I'm dressed for the 1970s. Basically green, including green polyester bell-bottom pants. My shirt was made in Costa Rica but it is definitely a weird design (in rust-red, navy, greens, gold) I've never seen there... even back in the 70s. Very retro. Very different for me. Fewer people around this week. At least I have places I can go except for the 25th and I'm not concerned about that. Living alone far away from family has it's upside and downside. I have so much I want and need to do over the next two weeks that I won't have time to wallow in despair or depression. Next December? Somewhere else! Tuesdays = Bingo at the Waiting-to-die-Center. Never amused. Too loud for me. I don't do Bingo because I find it boring. Messaging is slowly paying off. I want to send a message to most of my friends on Facebook by summer. It's doable... I haven't heard from all of them this past year. So, I'll make some effort as the alternative is a smaller and smaller world. And although I tend to withdraw into myself at times I don't like that. 52,754 |
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