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

10/28 Matala, Crete Greece

I woke to what I thought was a scream.  Eventually I realized that it was the manager of the hotel yelling at somebody.  Apparently Dawn had spent the night with a young man who got himself caught on his way to the bathroom.  That was the sign I needed to change locations and find a new room closer to the restaurants.  I managed to locate a much nicer room directly across the street from what I had labeled the best restaurants and it was a whole lot cheaper.  I guess this time I didn’t to have to compensate a taxi driver.  (more…)

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

Poem 077 One after one

One after one, leaves from my tree, love, has it forsaken me

I’ve known the rustling of delight, like the wind, who comes and goes with the night
and I’ve been there, with these arms stretched wide,
watching one, then another, fall by my side

One after one, leaves from my tree, love, has it forsaken me

So many leaves, I lost, I knew, touch of rain, the weight of dew,
but all I lost, that leaves, that dies, now leaves me room, to see, the sky,
and now, for the first time, in love I know, the stars above and the earth below