Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Testing... testing... testing... Anyone out there? I may open this blog up again. ***sigh*** It would become my plog (for poetry) and a place to memorialize my daily grind in Montana (including when I travel? or should I open a special one?? An "On the road"). The other blogs? O Pinions! is obvious (and XGC); I need to write there more often when I'm totally steamed. Nurture your Nature becomes a place where I keep my rambling observations. Need to resurrect Watt's Gnus... for news items that intrigue me, but don't make me rant. Hoarfrosts from Hell will still be a place to whine. My off-line Journal (26 books, 2,300+ pages) is still a letter to a friend and basically private. Where do I write down my darkest thoughts, those regrettable moments from the past you ask? I don't. Where-oh-where to put my "articles"? Perhaps L'aura, dear sweet L'aura del Campo will do until I decide whether I should join Open Salon. I dunno... too many blogs. But... at least I can link them all at Facebook... and maybe occasionally folks I see around town will read them. One can hope. Montana: chilly. I saw gnats doing lazy circles in the sky while grapple fell, stinging metal surfaces with white making them sing with each ping. The weather is as undecided as I am. 18,453 |