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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: "Zmitri" "Glice" "Waterlily" "At three" "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." "When is it proper to tell someone you love them?" "Tupac and more poetry" "ENFP, what are you?" FACES     PLACES            Kåre  Enga~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
| The off-ramp was blocked by three cop cars and a bull. Randy scowled as he signaled and pulled to the shoulder. No one was moving. He called the boss. "Yes, it's on the news. Smile and take the next exit. 62 word original: The off-ramp was partially hidden by three cop cars and a bull. Randy was not amused as he signaled and pulled to the shoulder. The scowling cops and bull weren't moving. He was late. He was often late. He called the boss. "Yes, it's on the news and so are you. Smile and take the next exit. We'll keep the light on." |
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