W. Barrett Munn
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Mining the Hard PlacesA Poem by W. Barrett MunnI don't know who wrote this first, but I must write it now, although I don’t know how to turn trees into pulp how to press pulp .. |
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Planting in the Tidal MarshesA Poem by W. Barrett MunnMountains melt into memories when you sinkbelow the swales rooftops rise like a tidal wave that slams into the sun while you hack.. |
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Concerning the Value of the English SparrowA Poem by W. Barrett MunnWould we find this lifethe same sweet soundwithout the English Sparrow?Much maligned, a bird that's value is said to be non-existent.I tug at my windo.. |
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Longing for a Way HomeA Poem by W. Barrett MunnA painting. |
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The Marriage of LanguageA Poem by W. Barrett MunnArt that is painted with words as medium. |
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Almost SpringA Poem by W. Barrett MunnLeafless limbs of oaks and elms weave webs against the skyabove forsythia lemon-drops, ill-repute tulips' lightsSquirrels tightrope across wood fences.. |
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Villanelle #2A Poem by W. Barrett MunnForm poetry |
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*Too Old for ChillsA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*Originally published in Volney Road Review issue 4.2 |
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*The Black DeathA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*Originally published in Copperfield Review Quarterly Winter 2022 |
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The Moon in an Afternoon SkyA Poem by W. Barrett MunnCinquain: I wrote this after seeing the moon in the middle of the afternoon, a pale face in a pale blue sky. |
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