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Rated: 13+ · Book · Biographical · #1317094
Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills.

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 "SentinelOpen in new Window.

Sentinel on fire at night

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FACES




PLACES





Yellow cheer from sarah




 Kåre *Delight* Enga

~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop
The Fish
October 24, 2024 at 2:19am
October 24, 2024 at 2:19am
#1078840
He ain't no virgin!

         "The Witch is back and there's hell to pay." —Winifred, Hocus Pocus

The door slammed open.

"Bing bang the Bitch is back! I see Donald's up to his usual shenanigans but I'm looking for a virgin."

Winifred looked peeved. She always looked peeved. Her exile hadn't suited her. Her side kicks had abandoned her and her used broom was making her itch. "Fleas", she grumbled. "Fleas!"

The barmaid hid under a table. The bartender fainted.

Winifred didn't notice. She wasn't interested.

"Where's that kid?"

Max stood up and strode over to her.

"Well, I'm old. And don't think you can get lucky again. I'm not a virgin."

"Children?" The gleam in Winifred's eye said it all.

"Nope."

Winifred slumped.

"You're out of luck. But... if you need a ride to the cemetery..."

Winifred started to mumble and twitch her fingers.

"That won't work."

Wide eyed but curious, Winifred mouthed "why?"

Max laughed. "I've invested in every ward in the world. Would you like a gummy?"

Winifred turned and fled as fast as her bad leg would allow her.

"I would've given her a ride to the Senior Center if she would've let me."

Max sighed.

"It's hard getting old, even for an old witch with dementia."


© Kåre Enga (29.oktober.2024)

~205 words
October 24, 2024 at 2:16am
October 24, 2024 at 2:16am
#1078836
Little rays of sunshine

         "I never drink...wine." — Dracula


Break out the glasses and cut of their heads.

I have a headache.

I'm off to bed.

We'd have much to be thankful for if you would.

Now... don't spill a drop.

Waste not want not.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine"

*Music1**Music1**Music1**Music2*

The party was getting out of hand.

Melinda and Belinda were pulling each other's polyester wigs and the Count was dancing on the tables.

Who had spiked their drinks?

You'd think that Draqquie would be more careful what he invites to these shindigs. Last time...

Hmm...

I wonder.

Pauletta and I made the rounds. We were attached at the hip so that was a swirling task as we faced opposite directions. No one cared. Pauletta is/was/will-forever-be a force of nature. No one got in our way. No one dared.

We whispered in each others ear.

Do you think? Did you see?

WHAT WAS THAT!

Apparently Lizzy was in a tizzy because Donnie wouldn't stop sucking on her... and she fell from the chandelier and crashed through the floor.

Bats. Crazy bats. She should've just spread her wings.

The party broke up just before dawn.

And that's when we realized that someone hadn't turned off the grow lights in the orchid house. A little too much "sun" had driven everyone mad.

Sad really. They'd be hung over until the Day of the Dead... if they lived that long.

If not...

We would see them then.

And as Pauletta reminded me, again and again.


© Kåre Enga (27.oktober.2024)

~250 words
October 22, 2024 at 12:31am
October 22, 2024 at 12:31am
#1078718
Day 3: “They’re coming to get you, Barbara.” —Johnny, Night of the Living Dead

Barbara and Johnny... and me.

No, Barbara. No one is coming to get us. We're always left behind.

Like holey socks and underwear, useless except as rags to sop up the blood and tears. I say my prayers every time Johnny goes out. Sigh with relief if he doesn't come back with a kill.

He's out prowling tonight.

Beware.

...

Yes, Barbara. I fixed your favorite fish dish: anchovy pizza with creamy white sauce on the thinnest crust I could make. You oughta learn how to bake, Barbara.

...

Johnny, what a pleasure to see you! No, there isn't any pizza left. Barbara... Yeah, I know. She's a bit of a glutton. But she's eating for five these days. What? You didn't know?

...

Barbara! Noooooo. Not in my bed!

...

What's that you say? Yes, I can find parents for your puppies. Just don't leave them for me to care. And... don't expect Johnny to be much help. Yes. He did drop off a mouse this morning. He's out there prowling again. I told him a rabbit would be better but he likes rabbits. As friends. Here's some cut up chicken and tuna. No, you can't have my porkchop.

...

Look, Johnny. Aren't they cute?

...

Hey, you two. I just got a call. I need to go out this morning. Old Hoot has a hard case to solve. He says he needs me to interpret. Yeah, yeah, I may just be a lowly parrot (his words, not mine. I think I'm magnificent) but I'm multi-lingual. One informant is a horse.

...

No, Johnny, you're not a suspect. But Barbara... Just between you and me she ought to be careful. I think someone's out to get her.

© Kåre Enga (22.oktober.2024)

~279 words


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