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" "Glice" "In search of Iris" "I, Katrina" "Drugs sold here" 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" "Half-naked dreams? 'Getting the stain out of genes!" "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 |
Last day of the year (Bahá'í Year 170). ME: I've been very depressed. I've been quite elated. I've been going up and down like a yo-yo. Yes, chores are mostly done but anything larger overwhelms me. I need to travel. I need to stay put and work on my writings. I need... ...a hug. It would help if a friend would answer the phone. I feel abandoned. I feel disconnected. And the cold grey weather isn't helping my energy levels. I did just show my pictures of Karlskrona, Sweden to Bea Johnson here at the Senior Center. That helps me feel connected. Also, posted two vampire pieces and a bunch of fragments at "L'aura del Campo" (two separate entries, even linked one to facebook). That felt good too. So... up and down I go. Where I'll land nobody knows. Which is okay... as long as I know! Maybe I can post a cheery blog tomorrow? By-the-way, this blog has almost 50k views! 49,851 |