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 the midst of silence" "Tales told over scones and hot tea" "La Bella Vita" "Koan on an October sky" 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)" "In a garden of roses, baby" "Footprints in the snow, in memory of Nyia Page" "Czernina (Dirk's-blood-soup?) and Murv Jacob's mural" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
...almost missed lunch! Yo! Pork and rice and mushroom gravy today. Very nice. After fighting with the computer I need to go home and continue the Battle of the Bugs and Clutter. And... I have to somehow find a plot for "Wound". I write a scene every day but it's not going anywhere yet. I'm reading one of Niven's "Ringworld" novels. Getting interesting. Maybe if I do some chores I can soak in the tub and read. No other news. No other plans. In spite of lovely weather. I'm so boring at times. But I do need to be careful as I'm also stressed out... |