Chris Whitley

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My stories

Letter To The Minotaur

This poem is about the fear of dying

HAZEL

We stumble on bricks where houses once stood. My mind was a valley my thoughts were on childhood.

DON'T WRITE ME OFF

Politician's promises, a preacher's scones and threats, moves no one, the old or young.

MY LOVE

My love needs no name to pin it down, for it is free. My love needs not be spoken of -- dressed in fine words

A MOMENT ON A BALCONY

Who chooses what? Do we fold up our life and put it in our pocket, and walk away? Only later, after being made to empty our pockets, on demand, you find what you thought you had, is not there!

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