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" ![]() "Glice" ![]() "In search of Iris" ![]() "Boise City" ![]() "Drugs sold here" ![]() 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." ![]() "In a garden of roses, baby" ![]() "Half-naked dreams? 'Getting the stain out of genes!" ![]() "Guitarman, a gift for Gary. Aaron Marable's art." ![]() FACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() PLACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Kåre ![]() ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
...1970. Where's the party?![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() mE: I'm dressed for the 1970s. Basically green, including green polyester bell-bottom pants. My shirt was made in Costa Rica but it is definitely a weird design (in rust-red, navy, greens, gold) I've never seen there... even back in the 70s. Very retro. Very different for me. Fewer people around this week. At least I have places I can go except for the 25th and I'm not concerned about that. Living alone far away from family has it's upside and downside. I have so much I want and need to do over the next two weeks that I won't have time to wallow in despair or depression. Next December? Somewhere else! Tuesdays = Bingo at the Waiting-to-die-Center. Never amused. Too loud for me. I don't do Bingo because I find it boring. Messaging is slowly paying off. I want to send a message to most of my friends on Facebook by summer. It's doable... I haven't heard from all of them this past year. So, I'll make some effort as the alternative is a smaller and smaller world. And although I tend to withdraw into myself at times I don't like that. 52,754 |