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" ![]() "Tales told over scones and hot tea" ![]() "For Jeanette ... when she grows old" ![]() "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?" ![]() "Holy day. Autumn in November. A mole." ![]() "Wheat penny. Gave in, started a forum." ![]() FACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() PLACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Kåre ![]() ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
Me.![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Bored. Will watch "Horse Whisperer" if I can stomach watching a movie. It's Tuesday in December and there's little to do in this town in December. It rocks February through November. But December? Continue working on my room issues but no great emotional energy to tackle and be done with it. Goal is still: by next Monday. I posted pictures of Portugal again today but the computers at the Senior center don't like to read my external drive. I don't like fighting with computers as it wastes time. Sure... I have lots of time. ![]() |