W. Barrett Munn : Writing

Risking It All

Risking It All

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** A third of Edgar Allan' Poecomprises half of Poetry, the first part, the part remembered when the rest can't quite be..
Why Sneakers?

Why Sneakers?

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** When did tennis shoes become sneakers with all the creepiness that word entails? Why not tiptoers, steal..
Fried Fruit Pies

Fried Fruit Pies

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I tiptoe along the fine line between boring and dependable. It's hard for me to know on which side of that line I normally..
Farm Life

Farm Life

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** It's well known in the pig world that pigs rule the farm. Roosters put on a big show but later, in the dressing room, ..
Why Not Revolution?

Why Not Revolution?

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I am illiquid. I own a house and a car. I have a wife and a dog. I have a job that pays in floaties, just enough ..
The Antiquities Bin

The Antiquities Bin

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Here am I relegated to the bin of antiquities where lies a cluster of clutter accumulated across a lifetime, out of date ..
Lessons Learned in Scrubs

Lessons Learned in Scrubs

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Son, you're full of s**t. Who's been selling you this crap? I've seen the wrinkled, squalling beginnings of life, and ..
(A-75) Somewhere a Man Died Today

(A-75) Somewhere a Man Died Today

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** This steady rain would be considered a blessing if there truly were such things as blessings, if Amun-Ra could tame Tefenet,..
Avoid Amarillo If You Gamble

Avoid Amarillo If You Gamble

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Move your a*s or you'll get run over just get the hell out of my way. I have things I have to do today and you aren&..
Hands Down

Hands Down

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** How often do we study hands, their lines, the creases in a palm, the inconsistencies on the backs of hands, perhap..