W. Barrett Munn
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Hula Doll Behind Pink PeppercornsA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I don't know why, it was just time to go through the top shelf of the cabinets above the daily use spices and the second.. |
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Fractured GlassA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I'm studying Spanish on my phone. I'm not getting too far. I keep hoping some senorita will materialize and .. |
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Move Over, Fate, I’m DrivingA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Either the cold or the roar wakes me, the gray ocean churns and white caps shred swells a few scant yards from the .. |
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(A-70) Jayuga RanA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Jayuga ran he ran so fast jaguar couldn't catch him then Jayuga swam in river filled with red-bellied piranha fi.. |
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Honorary DegreeA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** A brother is the Grateful Dead t-shirt in the drier, jeans and a sheet between two white towels and five pairs of m.. |
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Judgment Day*A Poem by W. Barrett Munn*Accepted for publication in San Antonio Review, 4-11-24 |
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A Banyan in Lahaina*A Poem by W. Barrett Munn*Accepted for publication by San Antonio Review 4-11-24 |
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ChoiceA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Choice came in a pretty package designed to entice immature oafs like me, who’d yet to grasp what to prioritize o.. |
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Yet to WakeA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Yet to wake inside a dream of wakefulness-- is that the sound of an overhead fan turning, turning, turning.. |
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Mallard in the BackyardA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The mallard discovered the backyard koi pond for a momentary rest- our terrier was unimpressed. What must.. |
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