W. Barrett Munn : Writing

Below the Surface We're in the Dark

Below the Surface We're in the Dark

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** When a plow slices into the skin of earth does earth feel pain? Are the veins of ore earth's strings of nerves or is..
The Edge of the Furrow

The Edge of the Furrow

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Most days I feel like a clump of sod tossed aside by a plow, lying there beside a newly planted row, a wat..
modern american haiku

modern american haiku

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


no firm syllable counts
modern american haiku

modern american haiku

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


no strict syllable count
Family Matter

Family Matter

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** It was my cousin done it. Older than me by a few. My teddy bear bore witness how he touched me there. It ..
I Won't be on The Today Show

I Won't be on The Today Show

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** The Today Show is on TV today, same as yesterday and same as will be again tomorrow. When is the line crossed betwe..
Rungs of a Stepladder

Rungs of a Stepladder

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I woke up again this morning. That is the first step. Step 2 involves more than yawns and eyelids. Things get compl..
modern american haiku

modern american haiku

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


syllable count is not firm
(A-51)  The Future of Blacksmiths

(A-51) The Future of Blacksmiths

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** There are no blacksmiths anymore to hammer iron wills into medals for valor, no longer struck are the long ..
Youngest Child

Youngest Child

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I suppose to her I felt like I’d been planted, a turnip or Yukon Gold, 24 carat heavy, nine months of misery ..