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

11/26 Ephesus, Turkey

When I woke I could not shake that dirty feeling.  I had felt cleaner waking up on the floor of train stations.  It was early.  The sun hadn’t come up yet and Jenni was planning on sleeping in, so I headed off to the ruins of Ephesus.  That trek started out as a long dark walk.  Luckily I eventually hitched a ride.  When I reached the front gate the sun began casting long shadows but it was still very cold.  (more…)

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

Poem 088 There’s always a place

There’s always a place, I find in the day, where I turn my eyes, to keep it away
another just wishin, for a little less pain …..  Just like the others, I’ll never complain

I pass by so many, who know not my smile, who look once, then away, with all their own style
I don’t want to understand and what’s to explain …..  I’ll never be, the one to complain

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