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: "'heart's home'" "Where grows the compost heap" "Tales told over scones and hot tea" "At three" "Plain cover jacket" 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." "Guitarman, a gift for Gary. Aaron Marable's art." FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
... as in bedbugs, not Bugs Bunny. Me: Everything needs to be bagged to be frozen or stored or... boiled socks last night. Legs are not improving much, still swollen. Bites aren't healing either. Bug man, Gary is scheduled for my place Monday. He was doing two other rooms today. Almost all gone. Mild but windy. In the forecast for Monday with temps below freezing for three days. News: 14:00 Notice someone has stolen paintings I put up by my door. I noisily informed my neighbors. They know I'm NOT happy. 23:45 Talking to Zach when this man came around the corner acting strangely. He grabbed Zach's hand and wouldn't let go. I yelled for help... which actually worked... Zach was shaken. Landlord has been informed. Neighbors will be too. There have been problems historically where I live. It's been mostly quiet since I moved in 6 years ago, though worse the last couple years. |