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

07/04 Amsterdam, Netherlands

We wandered among its narrow streets that radiated out like spokes to a wheel. Bicycles danced across our path. Up one of these many streets we spotted a small coffee shop adjacent to one of the more picturesque canals. It was a good day for mischief. It had a large window and we noticed that the table upfront was vacant and had a nice view of a small flower market. (more…)

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

Poem 017 I walked among the field

I walked among the field of painted faces and clowns
sand and waves crash and roar, in silence sings, she’s coming down

Another sells books which he laid on the ground
a boy runs down the shore, south winds bring, another round