W. Barrett Munn
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A Few QuestionsA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** What made you decide that crooked teeth looked "cute", and why didn't you ever offer to help me get braces? .. |
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Moving OnA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** It's a given that religions are a hoax; what once caused fear still scares us even though it lacksthe jump cutsand slashe.. |
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Rose RocksA Poem by W. Barrett MunnA Haibun |
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Writing from the Other SideA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** To all you poets who've gone over: Do you still write from the other side? I think you must; language is what you believe.. |
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The Knock-Knock GameA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** It begins as a test of courage; will I knock on your front door? Eleven is too young to marry I know so let'.. |
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ParanoiaA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** It may have been a mouse. It's unclear what caused the movement I saw just now or if I even did see it; so g.. |
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The Minister of MundaneA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** He rises early hops on his bike to pedal himself and his thoughts. The same lessons as yesterday and every day since a.. |
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DirectionA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Back out and right consensus now too muchfor us.What became of the imaginary world? Back out and right out of the light of understanding w.. |
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Early Life of a CatA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The start is in the dark, pitiful pile of fur in peril; meals for Old Tom without mom's insistence he find bird or mouse inst.. |
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Far Away From YesterdayA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** It’s nearly noonand from my rear tires rises haboob of red dust and pebbles clatter against metal as I round the f.. |