W. Barrett Munn : Writing

A Chest Filled with Living Buttons

A Chest Filled with Living Buttons

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I found my lost cat Buttons in the front seat of a wrecked Chevy that lorded over a field, a rust-faded maroon monarch sta..
This Year Petunias

This Year Petunias

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** This year I’m taking soil seriously. I buy the stuff to stuff into my pots, the seed starter stuff, and the en..
Front and Back of the House

Front and Back of the House

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Why are eyes drawn to misfortune? That boy, playing in the sandbox, only has one hand; the two boys playing with him ..
Sweat and a Subordinate

Sweat and a Subordinate

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Sweat drips down my collar. The boss is staring me in the eye, asking me if we had relations, me telling lie..
Xenophobia Times Twelve

Xenophobia Times Twelve

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


a modified haibun
Dreamin' California

Dreamin' California

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** In the early morning hours before the sun comes alive while a dark shroud waits outside to be penetrated by lamplight...
Malfeasance

Malfeasance

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Malfeasance My lawyer squandered my griefin a brief. I should have testified.Lord, when it comes to the law,nothing is..
All Kinds of Music, All Good

All Kinds of Music, All Good

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** As far as I'm aware Pavarotti never wrote a poem, Frost never sang La Boheme. Is there some lesson here? ..
Birth of a Garden

Birth of a Garden

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** He laughed when he saw the size of the seeds. Nothing, he thought, can sustain itself on this. He wipe..