07 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

08/07 Lugano, Switzerland

I was awakened by the sound of sweeping in the distance.  It’s funny how things looked different under the light of the day.  I really thought we had selected an isolated location where we could be unnoticed but the fact was we practically slept on top of a monument.  It was comfortable and no one bothered us and would have been perfect if we weren’t sharing the space with a colony of ants.  (more…)

07 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 037 It lies in heaven

It lies in heaven, across the flood, as a bridge, lies, beneath the tides of day and night,
where the flame and darkness ridge, the void

There lies, a great chasm fixed between, like the clouds that gather and the mountain stream,
life flows forth, like a cleansing rain,

to be born again.