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" "Tales told over scones and hot tea" "La Bella Vita" "Plain cover jacket" 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 |
Meeeeee: Couldn't sleep for two hours last night. What if I do this... what if I do that... At least I realized it's Norway's bicentennial. May 17, 1814 ... duh. Remembered Kristi Himmelfartsdagen on May 29th too. That's Acension in English. With April 23rd anniversary of the Carnation Revolution in Portugal and Labor Day on May 1st it becomes tricky planning a trip. Ssslllooooowlllyy... it's coming together. Ask me how my plans went awry when I get back! 2 months... now to check music festival conflicts in Bergen, whether I can find a cheap place in Kristiansund, plan number of days in Portugal which may cancel or limit Spain. Is there a cheap-cheap ticket to Poland? Also... bus and train routes. I really like looking out at the scenery. Scored some wonderful sour dough pancakes yesterday, informed the bank, wonderful chat about being young, Mormon and gay with Michael. Didn't start packing yet... soon. |