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" ![]() "In Lagada, la vita" ![]() "In search of Iris" ![]() "For Jeanette ... when she grows old" ![]() "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" ![]() "Holy day. Autumn in November. A mole." ![]() "Czernina (Dirk's-blood-soup?) and Murv Jacob's mural" ![]() FACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() PLACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Kåre ![]() ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
The dogs are acting antsy. Put them in the car. The kids are whiny. Put them in the car. My bags are packed. Let's go. What about... Yellowstone's about to blow. If we don't leave now... Yeah, yeah. You've been saying that for... ...the house will be buried and we'll be buried if. we. don't. leave. now. Okay. Okay. Let me just grab the house keys. *sigh* Did you call your sister? She's doesn't like it when we drop in. BASTA! I'm leaving in two minutes with or without you! But... honey... Don't "honey" me. Did you feel that tremor? |