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" ![]() "In Lagada, la vita" ![]() "Between us" ![]() "La Bella Vita" ![]() "Starbeams on Tulsa" ![]() 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" ![]() "Footprints in the snow, in memory of Nyia Page" ![]() "ENFP, what are you?" ![]() FACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() PLACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Kåre ![]() ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
...raccoons.![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Me, myself and I: Visited Joyce yesterday. She's convalescing from having a defibrillator inserted after dizziness and a fall. It was nice to sit there, watch TV and chat. Plus, the tortellini wasn't bad either. Joyce is very outgoing and this staying-at-home, until the doctors say otherwise, will quickly grow old. So, I'll need to visit again. Soon. I went out for short walks three days in a row. This is good. It's good for my legs and my spirit. The weather hasn't been too bad... but will be. On my walk today I went to Winter Market and bought Strasbourg sausage and small potatoes for boiling. Plus found out about a website called Vayama (for cheap plane tickets). Reading... writing... slowly unboxing stuff and even slower at getting rid of it... Oh well. As for raccoons: Bob, a neighbor of Joyce, has a friend Brian who lives in a culvert. He shares the space with raccoons who chatter if anyone seems a threat. He has two sleeping bags and enough food; although the raccoons... In any case, he has figured out how to live and survive. I can think of worse scenarios. |