Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
3 Shorties posted on facebook: Knock me over with your feathers, a brush as light as Death © Kåre Enga [174.24a] (7.april.2017) Note: for Cathy Mae. Dear Donny, I did NOT die [fake news] my position isn't open, Luv'ya, God © Kåre Enga [174.24b] (9.april.2017) Salt Lake Apostle to the Pope: no DNA of Jesus found in that communion wafer © Kåre Enga [174.24c] (9.avril2017) |
Revolt against the House of Orange Combover When Oligarchs offered gold buckets, Don slathered orange hair-gel and plucked it. As Congress dithered and Media blithered, America cried out, "MOTHER-f***-IT!" © Kåre Enga [174.16] (5.april.2017) A limerick first posted on facebook April 5th. Note: [15,16,17] may be confused. |
A Pride of Lesbians... lionesses of the Lavender Lounge: luscious, lethal. © Kåre Enga (7.april.2017) [174.19] |