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" "Glice" "A radiant moon has set" "For Jeanette ... when she grows old" "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" "Half-naked dreams? 'Getting the stain out of genes!" "ENFP, what are you?" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
...in Costa Rica and throughout Central America. Me: I'm still tied to home. No freedom for me... just yet. Found a cheap flight to Peru! But not ready to commit. Have even contemplated going to Costa Rica in October or November (not a good season to go) and then go elsewhere come December-January. In any case... not just yet. I did get up a bit earlier today. I'm at the Senior Center but lunch is dismal and there's no reason to tarry. Tomorrow is another day. I'm working on "Turkey Necks", part of my Blood of the Garlic series. I'll need to talk to someone who understands how to show dialogue. I revised it just now with em dashes (—). I read some of Melissa Melchreest's poetry. I heard her read Saturday evening. Her poetry is strong. Her presentation could use some work... but her poetry on the page is STRONG. A tad jealous. She's from Connecticut but somehow connects with this Montana landscape in a way I don't seem to. Perhaps I should revise my Oklahoma and Kansas poems? That landscape I do connect to. So... I'm going to leave here (the Senior Center? Missoula?) soon and go looking for a life. It's out there. I just need to declare my freedom to go looking. |