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: "'heart's home'" "Glice" "A radiant moon has set" "Speak soft my name" "Plain cover jacket" 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." "Holy day. Autumn in November. A mole." "James Doohan, Scotty. Ombra mai fu. Eutin Guitar Orchestra" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
Me: I'll be leaving Monday the 7th. I'll try to keep in touch while I'm gone for two months. I would really like to write more articles. Lord knows I have experiences and opinions! But: 1. journal - now over 10 years. 2. facebook and photos... 3. poetry - have written 3 this month, 27 more to go. 4. new vampire stories... one of the reasons I'm going to Portugal. 5. editing old stuff... thousands of bits and pieces... So, I want to write more in depth useful essays, etc. However, I'd have to make it a priority to fit them in. We shall see. This trip is more than just photos, a travel journal of senses, observations, thoughts, more than staying alive. The staying alive part is key though. To paraphrase: "I know I'm going to die but I'm not dead yet." So, I'll just keep moving until then. |