21 May 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

05/21 London, England

We proceeded down this path through a country side park, colored and shaded by many trees and leading into one of the many veins of London’s underground.  When we resurfaced we were in the heart of London.  It arose more from the haze of my memory than from the morning fog, my childhood memories of nursery rhymes and children songs accompanied every step.  (more…)

21 May 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 001 To rape the earth

To rape the earth, to leave it waste, profit only course
reason being, the path of men, another selfish choice”
Where should I go, to get away? There’s got to be another way
they hide in shadows and talk all day, beyond this bridge, I hear they say

“Bang, Bang, Bang”, his father interrupted, “Today we build better things that kill more people”