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

11/17 Haifa, Israel

We discovered that the prior day’s information was incorrect.  There were no boats leaving today.  We got our Sabbath’s mixed up again.  We had already packed everything up and trekked the long walk down to the docks.  At first I had doubt that anybody was talking straight.  I always had to ask a few to get some comfort in confirmation.  We managed to gather numerous alike answers and concluded that we were stuck there another day, fuck.   (more…)

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

Poem 084 Many a night I stare at the stars

Many a night I stare at the stars, it steals away my breath,
taking my thoughts, away as far through the halls of life and death

Hours I’ve spent beneath this sea, knowing so many before,
have known these thoughts that dwell in me and touched upon these shores

Have you ever stopped to wonder, where it stops, or where it ends,
have you ever stopped to ponder, where it all begins

Many a night I stare at the stars and think about such things,
so many and all so far, yet I reach they in my dreams.

So many things my eyes can’t see, though inside I know they’re there,
more endless, than the open sea, when I glance at space and stare

Have you ever stopped to wonder, where it stops, or where it ends,
have you ever stopped to ponder, where it all begins