W. Barrett Munn
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Identity TheftA Poem by W. Barrett MunnWho stole what from whom? |
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FogA Poem by W. Barrett MunnThick here today |
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MurmurationA Poem by W. Barrett MunnThe Birds. |
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HolesA Poem by W. Barrett MunnWhat are memories made of? |
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Remembrance of UnknownsA Poem by W. Barrett MunnDo you have a mirror? |
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Do You Feel That Draft?A Poem by W. Barrett MunnWARNING: Explicit language, gratuitous sex. |
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Unwary PreyA Poem by W. Barrett MunnDeer are such lovely creatures. |
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There From HereA Poem by W. Barrett MunnA companion piece on the same theme as the previous poem. |
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Pride of OwnershipA Poem by W. Barrett MunnA tangling of webs |
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A Self-Forgetful Perfectly Useless ConcentrationA Poem by W. Barrett MunnThe title is how Elizabeth Bishop described the condition necessary to admire or create art. |
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