W. Barrett Munn
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(A-52) What Do You Say to a Spider You've Cripple..A Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I only meant to capture, the plastic cup was too stiff. Instead I broke a leg, maybe two. On my hands and knees I’.. |
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Rowing Single Sculls to MonroeA Poem by W. Barrett Munnrhyming verse |
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Below the Surface We're in the DarkA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** When a plow slices into the skin of earth does earth feel pain? Are the veins of ore earth's strings of nerves or is.. |
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The Edge of the FurrowA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Most days I feel like a clump of sod tossed aside by a plow, lying there beside a newly planted row, a wat.. |
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modern american haikuA Poem by W. Barrett Munnno firm syllable counts |
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modern american haikuA Poem by W. Barrett Munnno strict syllable count |
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Family MatterA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** It was my cousin done it. Older than me by a few. My teddy bear bore witness how he touched me there. It .. |
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I Won't be on The Today ShowA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The Today Show is on TV today, same as yesterday and same as will be again tomorrow. When is the line crossed betwe.. |
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Rungs of a StepladderA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I woke up again this morning. That is the first step. Step 2 involves more than yawns and eyelids. Things get compl.. |
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modern american haikuA Poem by W. Barrett Munnsyllable count is not firm |
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