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" ![]() "Waterlily" ![]() "For Jeanette ... when she grows old" ![]() "Wheat penny" ![]() 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." ![]() "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." ![]() "A Thanksgiving Dinner poem and the WDC Zoo" ![]() "Il pleure (poem). We R puddle-luscious, aujourd'hui." ![]() FACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() PLACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Kåre ![]() ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
... as in bedbugs, not Bugs Bunny. Me: ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() News: 14:00 Notice someone has stolen paintings I put up by my door. I noisily informed my neighbors. They know I'm NOT happy. 23:45 Talking to Zach when this man came around the corner acting strangely. He grabbed Zach's hand and wouldn't let go. I yelled for help... which actually worked... Zach was shaken. Landlord has been informed. Neighbors will be too. There have been problems historically where I live. It's been mostly quiet since I moved in 6 years ago, though worse the last couple years. |