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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" "A radiant moon has set" "La Bella Vita" "Wheat penny" 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?" "Holy day. Autumn in November. A mole." "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 |
| At the bottom he lies crushed, the crystal vase of his soul broken. Yet this weight of water holds bones and thoughts in place. In the shallows all sorrow would be released. He returns to the depths clenching his treasures. |
| A golden retriever smiles, happy to be loved, happier to return that love. Throw something his way. Nothing's ever lost, not a ball, not a toy, not one stray happy thought. He always finds what's tossed. For him, that's enough. |
| I've never broken my heart. Torn it a few times? Sure. Broken bones? A few. What about promises? Ah, you've got me. And me in the mirror? I've learned to love you... but... I'll always remember... how you hurt me. |
| My resolution: give up being perfect as there was never a past—present—future that was perfect. I loafed. I lied. Spent all my money on a lottery ticket— And won! I swear, goodness had nothing to do with it.1 Footnotes |
Crow Ashishishe stood at bat. He'd show the Braves2 who was brave today. He wore his name "crow"3, like an emblem, in honor of his namesake4. Strike 3? Tomorrow, he grinned, and all the tomorrows left. Apsáalooke5 always rose from defeat6. Footnotes |
| Alberth stood there ignoring me in Uvita. We'd met before; he'd seemed friendly. I thought... maybe he didn't recognize me? I said nothing. I saw him again back home and mentioned this. He said, Oh, that's my identical twin Ivan. |
| Stench fills the air anew, afresh — again. Durian — abounding gift of SiSaKet — an abundance tongue-sweet, maw-filling, nose-frightening. You eat. I eat. We inhale each other. Folks stay far away, say nothing about us holding hands. Afterwards, they'll leave us alone. |
| 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 |
| There are so many types of monkeys in the world. In Costa Rica they steal bananas or howl when it rains. Here? I know a snow-monkey who lives in Montana, one who hides out with hay-and-horses, another known to dance the hula (in Hawai'i!). And then there's the polar-monkey who ventures out in Manitoba's summer... a.k.a. First of July. Oh, my. So many monkeys monkeying around. Maybe wearing my Costa Rica monkey shirt will attract some simians in Thailand. Maybe not. Hopefully not. It's hard to wash out the T-shirt: cold water, no ironing, no dry-cleaning. And monkeys... just being monkeys... 101 words |
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