13 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

11/13 Jerusalem, Israel

Alongside the darkness we walked the city streets.  It was a different feel since the majority of the shops were boarded up for the night.  It gave the streets a maze like feel.  We came upon a community of water pipes where I sat across from an elderly blind man and a few of his companions.  We shared a pot of spearmint tea and a conversation.  I had a picture taken but it was very dark and without a flash I wasn’t sure if it would come out.  (more…)

13 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 082 Trails through this world are countless

Trails through this world are countless, many have yet to be tried
shadows dance and leap out into the night, leading me on, to where the roads divide

Though my pockets have worn empty and I carry no intent
you can still find me lodged in-between, as if these things were meant, to be, while the wood is green

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