L'aura del Campo

Short poems ...inspired in part by Niedecker

— Give me a fine whine or a pickled wino... but these grapes of wrath are more puckered than Mr. Raisin hisself.
— So you don't like it.
— My dear, "I didn't like it" would be an improvement.

K.E.



Untitled short poems

Scoped the unassuming slopes for scree;
minefields of jumbled memories.

© Kåre Enga 2010-08-03 [167.159a]

Dream a million zombies with ten words;
to reach ten living souls, just one.

© Kåre Enga 2010-08-03 [167.159b]

Spread so thin
like gasoline on water
one moment's rainbow slick.

© Kåre Enga 2010-08-03 [167.159c]

A good life —
a wheel that churns out better
turns our bones to best
or grist.

© Kåre Enga 2010-08-03 [167.159d]



Reading Niedecker!



More Lorinne Niedecker! Read/finished Pacific Northwest mag from 2009. Got a good line from Joana Klink, "over the years I mistook the scree for slope, the feral hours for trifles." So another project: "Scree and Feral Hours". Shoot me.

Trying to storm... not succeeding... yet. 78º in Missoula.

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