W. Barrett Munn
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It Gets Dark Quicker than It Once DidA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I roll over and see by the red digits on the alarm that it’s six o’clock in the morning. I’ve grown old.. |
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haiku 407A Poem by W. Barrett Munnhaiku |
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Here at the Dollar CinemaA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I’ve just turned twenty, and though I speak no Spanish I take my camera into the fields near Guadalupe. The picke.. |
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(A-136) The Trip From High School Isn't FarA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Nine ballpoint pens nearby. I don’t want to die for lack of shooting back. I’ve picked up number 10 .. |
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haiku 0809A Poem by W. Barrett Munnhaiku |
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Sugarplum Fairies and SuchA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** When we were children and the world Gulliver sized, we tied our hearts to Lassie’s collar, and rode Black Bea.. |
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School Play During the HolidaysA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** As the curtain rises and the whole world watches, I begin to tremble and disappear, engulfed by heat that cr.. |
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Minority WhipA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The blue men lost the race and now they must be punished for waffling instead doffing victory hats, and grou.. |
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haiku 101112A Poem by W. Barrett Munnhaiku |
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A GenesisA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The vicar is a stickler for punctuality. I’m late, making me think about the nature of forgiveness, an act of .. |
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