W. Barrett Munn
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A Rush to HarvestA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I've seen twin lights of tractors like night fires that pierce the dark in a race against the rain. I've heard the clanks .. |
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EvolutionA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** We crawled from the slime a billion years ago. It seems odd, in all that time we haven't changed. Ask any.. |
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First Whale-Watching TripA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** A black mountain rising, a momentary summit above the blue of the Pacific, the fall and crash water, foam,.. |
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Lahaina LostA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** A telephone call unanswered; a ship's bell unrung; crabs scrabble to reach safety in the surf; a black cloud forms above an .. |
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A New Furnace for ArchieA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** It is a miracle. I am not cold. The world is frozen. I am actually warm. How can that be? The techni.. |
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Polar VortexA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** A polar vortex has reached my marrow. I am now one with the white bears. Frigid water drips from my faucets. The pipes ha.. |
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(A-50) Disappointing Fragrance of RosesA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** These roses stink. A dozen in two different shades of yellow; they mock with their sticky sweet breath, roses I bought.. |
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Uninvited GuestA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Well f**k. I really thought we'd get through winter without winter showing up, an uninvited guest to our backyard .. |
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In a Fog in LondonA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** When you travela twistedpath, howmuch unwindingdo you need, how many songs do you sing off key hoping to be .. |
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Whose Track is That?A Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** That is the track of a word. The poet knelt and felt the earth. Hasn't been gone long. Whether to follow depe.. |
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