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" "Where grows the compost heap" "Between us" "Boise City" "Starbeams on Tulsa" 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)" "When is it proper to tell someone you love them?" "Tupac and more poetry" "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: Am I prepared for the Costa Rica v Italy game tomorrow? Nope. But I will be. On at 10 am our time. Must say that Suarez' goals for Uruguay was sweet. Someone said the final score was Liverpool 2-1 Liverpool. If there's a tie in tomorrow's game, England is out. So... what's my goal? Missed one meeting today as no one told me where it was. Met up with Ingrid. Barber was closed; out of town? Carl... maybe tonight? As long as I do something everyday I won't be dug into a deep hole two days before my flight. I have "Fellowship of the Ring" on vhs-tape to watch to distract me but I just don't want to sit in front of a screen much these days. I sit in front of the computer for far too long! Whatever my goals may be, may there be a GOL! in my future. |