Poems from CopingForChange
I wonder what he thinks
When he rests his head upon my chest.
I wonder if he hears the hollow hallways
Of his heart, the echoes which run...
Sometimes I hear a thump-thumping at my wall, and I wonder if it is a woodpecker. I record its riddle noises because I wonder if I might...
The human body is a miracle. Its sheer ability to wake up each day or evening is alone such an incredible feat. To become alive is a...
This morning, for whatever reason, I woke up and stared deeply into my fingertips. They were oddly intriguing, like trunk-sliced tree...
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Sometimes, when it rains,I feel my head noisesfinally match the real ones,
like
the humsall cometogetherand
my mind
is descending
and ...