08 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

07/08 Northern Sweden

As I reached the Arctic Circle, I got off the train in what seemed to be a ghost town.  I would assume it was at least three in the morning and everything in sight was closed.  Although early in the morning the sun was still up creating an odd feeling, like being on a set of a twilight zone episode.  You could tell something was off.  I was carrying an address of a good place to stay that was given to me somewhere along the road.  At that point I really didn’t care how nice it was as long as it had a working shower.   (more…)

08 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 021 Circular trails

Circular trails around the North Star, soaking in the darkness
to the edge of the night, never far, from where my soul confessed
here the world end and extends, unspoiled by the hands of another

I’m already torn and cannot pretend, they have failed to waken my lover
the red beneath the rose, the cheek and the sweetness within, the stars look down and knows
where the finger prints begins

09 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

07/09 Northern Finland

There were about eight of us on a train traveling from Sweden across the Arctic Circle into Finland.  When we reached a painted line across the tracks, the train stopped and they ushered us out for a celebration.  When the speeches were over, they actually gave each of us a certificate validating our crossing, woopty-do.  It was a nice opportunity to stretch our legs, until we came to learn that this leg stretching exercise would continue for another few hours.  (more…)

10 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

07/10 Kuopio, Finland

I darted around from one small town to another and eventually followed a young lady into Kuopio.  She explained that she had been traveling in Germany for the past few weeks and was reuniting with her boyfriend that evening.  We kinda hit it off and she went out of her way to call a few of her friends to see if they could accommodate me with a room.  She found me a beautiful cottage alongside one of the many lakes.  I understood the cottage was her parents or an Aunt but they, like most the folks this time of year, were away on holiday.  (more…)

10 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 022 So beautiful

So beautiful,
to see your eyes smiling, enchanting, such a view, yet closeness brings out shyness and I know that isn’t you,
or maybe it’s the language, not knowing what to say but it really, makes no difference, I know you anyway.
To speak is not important, to see, to know what’s real, to touch, to feel each other, to learn, that love is real