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Rated: 13+ · Book · Biographical · #1317094

Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills.


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" Open in new Window.

Sentinel on fire at night

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FACES



PLACES




Yellow cheer from sarah




 Kåre *Delight* Enga
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop
The Fish
January 26, 2022 at 1:27pm
January 26, 2022 at 1:27pm
#1025427
Dial-an-age

"You dialed wrong."

Mikhail was upset. Once wrinkled he now had a zit about to burst and a voice that kept breaking between bird-chirp and timpani.

He was distraught. Robin looked the same as ever. 22 and va-va-voom. He looked down where something ought to be rising. No va no voom. Robin just laughed.

"You should get ready. Off to school now."

Mikhail remembered his father's voice. Robin was...

Nah.

His father had died a couple years before Robin was born. That possibility ... made him shudder.

"You're not my daddy."

"Oh, but I want to be. As soon as you grow up, that is."

Mikhail felt his eyes water as Robin put his arms around him.

"It's okay Micky. I can wait. Or you could just redial and try again."

Robin's warmth made something stir. There was hope.

 
STATIC
Dial-an-age (micro fiction of 100 words) Open in new Window. (13+)
Ah... to be young again. Mikhail wanted to shed a few *cough* years along with wrinkles.
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