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 |   Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
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Enga mellom Fjella  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 the midst of silence" "Between us" "At three" "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" "Wheat penny. Gave in, started a forum." FACES     PLACES            Kåre  Enga~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
| Not a luau. Not hot pot. I would find out what his favorite dish is. And who he wants to invite... and how many. Then I would ban bananas. I loved giving 'parties' every other Wednesday night... years ago. I would send out invitations. Average of 10-12 friends and friends of friends. I hosted a barbecue for 15 years every August. Mostly around 30 friends, neighbors and co-workers came. Never family. Two years there were around 80 guests. One year... 150. But... a party for me? No, I don't like parties for myself. This year a friend made a cake for his birthday. We ate it the next day at a mutual friend's place... on my birthday. Just the 3 of us. No gifts. No fuss. Just pleasant company. I would want to do the same for you-know-who. Place, menu, guests... Monkeys would only be allowed if he wanted them there. 151 words |
| I lived in the garden in Spring and Autumn. Summer and Winter I sought refuge in the closet. I...have been through many seasons. House #1 I stayed out of the cellar. I lived there for less than 2 years. House #2 I never did get into my attic. I lived there for 13 years. I rarely went into the basement. House #3 I slept in a closet with a window facing the dawn. 3 years was a life sentence. Since my nightmares revolve around mistakes, I may never own a house again. Then again... I'm in a condo. Still can't get two of the drawers under the bed to open. It also seems that items placed in those drawers might escape... just saying. Some cabinets and drawers I seldom, if ever, open. Time to channel my inner feline and find out. Same with the building. I've used the pool twice but I'm allergic to fitness rooms (3rd floor). I've never been to the top floor (14th). I've used the stairs once, the day we moved in, as there was a fire drill. I've visited friends on the 1st floor. They have 2 doors, one in the hall, the other outside. There's a dry-cleaner in our building. The washing machines cost 30 or 40 baht. I'm sure that there are hidden rooms and hidden doors, but I haven't seen any monkeys. 230 words 58.448 |
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