W. Barrett Munn : Writing

Bass Fishing

Bass Fishing

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** The casts are to establish the pattern, sunny side of the cypress stumps first then the shaded side, slow retrieval, next just a..
Warm-Blooded Creatures

Warm-Blooded Creatures

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** The warm-blooded creatures are frightened; it becomes obvious when they speak when they promote a magic protector and gather, bir..
Still Life with Avocados

Still Life with Avocados

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** The dark-skinned avocados don't appear to match all the other fruit in the basket, the orange mandarins, the one green mang..
Elm Tree Across the Street on a Windy Day

Elm Tree Across the Street on a Windy Day

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** The elm tree stands dividedbetweenwindward and leeward sides between sunlight and the shaded;sunlitwindward side is aliveand swirli..
Last Night of Hard Drinking

Last Night of Hard Drinking

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** The salted rim an invitation, a salutation from madness, and a golden globe of glass filled with its amber-colored ghosts, sof..
The Monarch

The Monarch

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** The monarch rises in search of a throne among the many rows of black-eyed Susan. Blood inside my veins erupts and us..
Fever Dreams

Fever Dreams

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I awake once more cold, and wet dripping, arms thrashing the plain dark air that's filled with delusions of flying b..
River Cane

River Cane

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Skin like mottled yellow fingerprints, the green mango hints of a future ripe and juicy, cradled in a dead bask..
A Fifth Season

A Fifth Season

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


Haibun
The Apology

The Apology

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I can’t begin to recall all the times I replayed that first night in the cafe. I'm sure it's in the th..

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