W. Barrett Munn : Writing

Who Loved Billy?

Who Loved Billy?

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** When you are three and an adult teaches you to sing, "Jesus Loves Me", you're too naive to ask why. He's a stranger, tho..
Busy Busy Busy Busy Busy

Busy Busy Busy Busy Busy

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I know you’ve had a day like this. I mean, one of those really, really days a day when you’re totally bumfuzzled..
(A-48)  Sum of My Parts

(A-48) Sum of My Parts

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Here's what I know, Doc.I know grandfather was eithera sharecropper or poorwhite trash. I know whichever it was, my father escaped.Like..
Noble at Last

Noble at Last

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Noble, Oklahoma isn't nobleat all. Its claim to fame:being rural enough for meth labs to grow in single wide rowsof single ..
Dogs on a Coffee Cup

Dogs on a Coffee Cup

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** My coffee cup has dogs on it. The dogs are drinking beer. Who are they trying to kid? Irish Wolfhounds would never drink anyt..
Let's Talk About Lines

Let's Talk About Lines

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Lines are made of sizes and each line tells a tale. The long and lovely lines of a model's legs or a single stitch mad..
Passing Through Gallup, New Mexico, on the Way to L.A.

Passing Through Gallup, New Mexico, on the Way to ..

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** As you drive you always see them leaning against pale adobe walls,in what passes for a downtown district,hands thrust into pan..
Fighting Fog on the Way to Yuma

Fighting Fog on the Way to Yuma

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Heavy fog has found me, the kind of fog so thick you could eat a piece if only it would slice. Fog at night is like spi..
What I Miss Most

What I Miss Most

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


For anyone and everyone who has ever lost some one special.
Searching Out the Enabler

Searching Out the Enabler

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Doubts are second guesses wrapped inside regrets. If only...if only what? The wisest and the saddest words are..