Walter Thomas Kofman

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IT STARTED WITH US WALTZING
It started with us waltzing on the deck of an ocean liner Then, looking over the edge, we saw our reflections in the water
By Walter Thomas Kofman3 years ago in Poets
More Thoughts On The Color Of The Sky
Blue is not enough — an infinite choice deserves an infinite name
By Walter Thomas Kofman3 years ago in Poets
Thoughts On The Color Of The Sky
Imagine how great the sky felt before we came and nicknamed it blue
By Walter Thomas Kofman3 years ago in Poets
Just keep on climbing
I remember when there was a mountain between my life and my dreams
By Walter Thomas Kofman3 years ago in Poets
Russian Nesting Dolomite
what if I told you that inside of these mountains there are more mountains ?
By Walter Thomas Kofman3 years ago in Poets
A Word From Mt. Everest
more people have died trying to conquer hatred than to conquer me
By Walter Thomas Kofman3 years ago in Poets
Whose Hands Were They?
Who made the mountains? Who laid the snow on top like sprinkles on sundaes?
By Walter Thomas Kofman3 years ago in Poets
Zen Mountain
They say that he climbed to the top all by himself . . . but could not climb self
By Walter Thomas Kofman3 years ago in Poets
Remember This Too
there is no mountain that cares if you have climbed it — nature keeps no score
By Walter Thomas Kofman3 years ago in Poets
Remember This / Olympus
I am a mountain Older than humanity Younger than heaven
By Walter Thomas Kofman3 years ago in Poets
Bud
My mom and dad met in a post office. She was mailing a letter to her sister, he was mailing a letter to his brother. He saw her, said "After you ma'am," and they've been together ever since.
By Walter Thomas Kofman4 years ago in Fiction
Rory & Sylvia
Some people say that love is a lie. Well, saying 'love is a lie,' is a lie. Lemme tell you all about it. When I was 12 I kinda lost my mind. Her name was Sylvia and she was beautiful. Like really really beautiful. But I was average. Like really really average. So I kept thinking that the whole thing would probably collapse at any moment. Any second the other shoe was gonna fall, and it was gonna fall right on top of my heart.
By Walter Thomas Kofman4 years ago in Fiction