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" ![]() "Between us" ![]() "La Bella Vita" ![]() "Willowsong" ![]() 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?" ![]() "Holy day. Autumn in November. A mole." ![]() "James Doohan, Scotty. Ombra mai fu. Eutin Guitar Orchestra" ![]() FACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() PLACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Kåre ![]() ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
ME:![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() In election news: a proposition that would have hampered voting in Montana got lots of support but was defeated. That was the only good news. Me? I may as well travel as my housing situation may be difficult for a couple months. Reminds me of when I lived in Costa Rica. I had time and a squeaky clean place but little access to culture and my writing. Clutter and books become me. |