W. Barrett Munn : Writing

Doppelganger

Doppelganger

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** The oddest occurrence, carried along in the crush of a halftime throng, battling to reach the restrooms, I see, stan..
No Music Man

No Music Man

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I always thought if I thought I could sing I could sing - but I’m not Harold Hill. I'm strolling along the str..
Day Lilies

Day Lilies

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** For most men, there’s something reassuring about stroking their chins, the touch of the rough, day-old stubble...
More Storms

More Storms

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** On radar, the storm clouds are reduced to a long bright line of summer squash colored pixels with slices of watermelon mix..
Modern Problems of Mice and Pumpkins

Modern Problems of Mice and Pumpkins

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** What is the value of my face down cell phone? It's just another piece of luggage for me to lug around, tied to a charg..
A Fat-Fingered Salute to Cell Phones

A Fat-Fingered Salute to Cell Phones

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Fat fingers are beneficial when pouring bourbon from a bottle, less so on keys of a cell phone; the message sent n..
Schemers

Schemers

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Mr. Ponzi. Meet Mr. Scheme. All it takes is trust to develop a beautiful friendship. Let's skip boring detai..
(A-85) Time Is a Temporary Condition

(A-85) Time Is a Temporary Condition

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** The sudden draining rush that empties your chest with injected anti-adrenaline, and hollowness you feel when you realiz..
A Timid Knight Picnics in the Park

A Timid Knight Picnics in the Park

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Her legs are toned, perfectly formed sun-painted the color of running. The park has an asphalt path to run, a mile fo..
Peaches That Don't Taste Like Dead Cat

Peaches That Don't Taste Like Dead Cat

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** At dawn, the snoring is still full blown, a fighter jet revving on the tarmac. My wife is a back-sleeper as was my father,..