W. Barrett Munn : Writing

Forgetfulness Is a Lost Dog

Forgetfulness Is a Lost Dog

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Last time I climbed from the bed to look -- two minutes ago -- my wallet was still there, my watch, my car keys, my anxiety ..
Another Way To Say Goodbye

Another Way To Say Goodbye

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I have walked on water to save a calf separated from its mother, risking my life on thin ice while snow-angels sang frozen h..
To the Dead Leaf That Won’t Budge Trapped By Its Stem In a Crack Out On My Wooden Deck

To the Dead Leaf That Won’t Budge Trapped By..

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** You are my nemesis. My rake won’t reach you. I am but an ancient cellular collection of carbon that once had n..
Shorty Got Got

Shorty Got Got

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Shorty would have run me over right there outside Marty’s on Fourth Street had I not been just a bit quicker than..
Mystery Solved

Mystery Solved

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Just as the door opened, I heard someone yell -- just kidding -- it was really a blood-curdling scream. The ..
Sasquatch

Sasquatch

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** The Sasquatch from the patch patch out in the deep deep of the dark dark rode a tractor, a beginner as an ..
(176-A)  Skin Deep

(176-A) Skin Deep

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I like ice cream. Orchids like ice cubes. I prefer Butter Pecan. Orchids don’t care what I like. They&rsquo..
Baskets, My Love

Baskets, My Love

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** She has this thing for Indian baskets, must have 40 or more scattered around the house. Probably because she’s one-eig..
Reflections on a Fireplace

Reflections on a Fireplace

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Sitting in high-backed leather and sipping whiskey the fire-starter reflects the flames; the window, peering in, is a dimmed..
It’s the Growing Old That’s Hard

It’s the Growing Old That’s Hard

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I’m trying to learn to fly. My muscles are spongy. It’s getting hard to turn over in bed, push myself u..