W. Barrett Munn
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Old FriendsA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** On my iPhone, a voice from my past has left me a message. Me and Steve were friends once, best friends by the time we tr.. |
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HibernationA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I considered uttering some words about butterflies, but it’s December, and there aren’t any butterflies; ther.. |
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(A-139) Dog Walk While IntrovertedA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** It’s hard to pretend to like people when you don’t like people at all. Here’s Harry, walking.. |
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ResignationA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I think it enough to have the inclination -- There is no requirement to be a drunk or act like one to prove you are an a****.. |
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The Color of the Car was RedA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Hank got drunk and swerved when a chipmunk darted into the path of his Cadillac Coup de Ville. He hit i.. |
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Lust on the CornerA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** A youthful lithe female is strolling in a small circle around the street corner and she tilts her head provocatively .. |
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Life as an InuitA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** For far too many years, forty or more, I spent life locked in a box, hiding the I-don’t-know part of me from sc.. |
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At Halftime in the Hotel RoomA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The way her dress slips up her thighs as she laughs on the bed with her friends is too obvious to be accidental. This .. |
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Why There are FrogsA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** As nine-year-olds me and Larry must have walked past that same window a thousand times taking our private shortcut to .. |
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Venice Isn’t NiceA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I wonder what I could get in Venice for a pound of flesh from my gut; I don’t need all that marbled fat, just as I.. |
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