W. Barrett Munn : Writing

Saturday Morning TV 1963

Saturday Morning TV 1963

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I would have made an awful hot-air balloonist -- I’m terrified of heights and wicker baskets. Maybe, I&rsquo..
The Morning Shift for Air Traffic Controllers

The Morning Shift for Air Traffic Controllers

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** starts at 5 a.m., so our friend was on the road in his VW Bug by 4:30. The drunk was in a Lincoln, having forgotte..
Les Mis is Minus a Food Bank

Les Mis is Minus a Food Bank

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** (to love another personis to see the face of God) I went to get free food again, free food from the food bank for..
One Year in the Life of a Boy, but What a Year It Was

One Year in the Life of a Boy, but What a Year It ..

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Mr. Sullivan taught all of us to fly in his sixth-grade class by placing a metal folding chair on top of a table, the pi..
Dancing and Learning to Lead

Dancing and Learning to Lead

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** We named the place Happy Camp as a f**k you to the South with their Tuscan columned antebellum mansions paid for by the ..
Piling On

Piling On

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Aside from the occasional head-on collision, or the maelstrom of murder, or the head-first dive from the top of a 10-story..
Locomotive

Locomotive

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** You can feel it before you hear it, the vibration of two-thousand tons of steel crushing down on iron rails, loade..
(A-142) There Are Days These Days When I Just Feel Blah

(A-142) There Are Days These Days When I Just Feel..

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** The first Blah caught me in the shoulder, knocked me over and turned me around to see who was hurling blahs f..
Something Smells

Something Smells

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Why should you care about anything I have to say? You shouldn’t. I know you will. You and I, we’re the same...
Wrong Medicine

Wrong Medicine

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Am I better today? Yes. I feel some better today. I swallowed the bitter pill of regret, ingested it and made..