W. Barrett Munn : Writing

On the Cooking of Geese

On the Cooking of Geese

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I've long wondered who thought up the phrase, mental masturbation? Isn't all masturbation mental in a way? Is no..
Dieting When a Girl Scout Knocked

Dieting When a Girl Scout Knocked

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** When cookies knocked, I peeked out. I didn't like what I could see. When cookies knocked, sugar peeked in, an..
Children Who Had Children

Children Who Had Children

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** We were children having children until life came to reclaim its cash stake, demanded we honor our money back guarantee...
Where the Music Plays

Where the Music Plays

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Inside and alive, ensconced in an oyster shell, half-shelled, half-lit, sweet vermouth cocktail near the end of it. ..
Time to Transplant Seedlings

Time to Transplant Seedlings

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** How do you separate such soft intertwined lives to encourage growth in earth, earth different than where bor..
Tiffany Lamp

Tiffany Lamp

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** We call the lamp a Tiffany. It's not really Tiffany. A copy well made but not valuable as would be the real ..
Bounce

Bounce

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** You can only bounce off walls so many times before walls start bouncing back, which puts me right on track to win the ..
Lessons from the Impaler

Lessons from the Impaler

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I drew the short straw which really wasn't a straw at all, but a computerized print out of the Driver's Ed schedule- ..
(A-68) The Guru

(A-68) The Guru

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** The guru sees right through you no voodoo or boo-boo steered cuckoo clouds to you wind blew through ..
Adrenaline

Adrenaline

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I survived the mountain’s curve. It was ugly and I got lucky. Risk is a whisk broom cleaning home plate..