14 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

10/14 Marina Piccola, Capri Italy


The next morning I took advantage of the locations that I had found the day before.  It was another beautiful day with the sun shining down under a dense curtain of trees.  I lounged around in-between the shade of the trees and the heat of the sun.  At the end of the day I sat down in the harbor and watched the passing faces leaving the island. (more…)

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14 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 073 Dreams of wishes


Dreams of wishes, like the trees, who know the wind, its melodies
with no desire, to move or change, a love like passion, to remain

So like these trees, I spread out my arms, to feel the wind, to know its charm
for I could never, plant my roots as deep, from day to day, the sun to greet

And I, just a single sand in time, placing memories, in rows, in rhymes
a dream of colors, of red and gold, a love like flowers, to unfold

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15 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

10/15 Positano, Italy


Just as the sun was setting I was on a train bound toward Sicily.  I entered a compartment were an older gentleman and two young ladies had made themselves at home.  First I thought that he was a dirty old man trying to pick up two young Italian beauties.  Once he found out that I spoke English he included a few English words in every other sentence as if he was trying to invite me in their conversations.   (more…)

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17 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

10/17 Stromboli, Italy


The next morning I hooked up with a young married couple from the states, heading in the same direction.  Since we had a few hours until our boat was scheduled to depart we headed into the countryside to get a feel of the island.  My German friend from the previous day had not resurfaced.   (more…)

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17 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 074 They take pleasure from my pain


They take pleasure from my pain, pushing everything, into their own,
Unimaginable darkness
With their fingers, they undress,

pushing their teeth, into my flesh, pulling me, under and beneath,
into their orgy, of agony and pain, to remain, in this,

Unimaginable darkness

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    Usually behind a cup of coffee waiting for the world around me to wake up I entered today’s thoughts about yesterday’s activities into my travel journal. I’m not a writer, so I’ll apologize in advance if I jump around or seem confused. These are just the thoughts of a young man who left his possessions behind and who believes that getting lost is how one finds oneself.

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