W. Barrett Munn
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One Spring Morning at HomeA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The thump made Abby look up and c**k her head like puzzled dogs do. The French door glass had attracted a hummingbird trapped in.. |
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Family PhotographA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** What is life but a bit of whimsy, an evening’s entertainment for the gods, useless hours spent wearing the dueling mas.. |
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haiku 005A Poem by W. Barrett Munnhaiku |
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The Boxer Self-MedicatesA Poem by W. Barrett Munn***A pugilist can take a punch -- It’s a requirement of the occupation as is self-flagellation for the chronically self-centered.. |
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Hopscotch by LamplightA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The white hard hat men had City written on their vests; they put up the gray metal streetlamps, like rows of tall pop.. |
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Healthy SnackA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** My Remington 12-gauge shotgun is a baby I hold cradled in my arms. I’m here for rabbits, for wild meat. A fox ap.. |
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Baked Goods Good SamaritanA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I'm late and I missed out on the oatmeal cookies the boss brought to work. Later, in the storage room I find an empty bo.. |
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(A-128) Past TenseA Poem by W. Barrett MunnAn imperfect sonnet |
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Bad Luck SasquatchA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I’m known as Bigfoot to my adoring fans, a subset of a small branch of reality. At least one of my girls .. |
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So, You Want to be a Poet?A Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Your undertaking is dangerous. How long can you hold your breath? The pearls are all on the bottom, a deep dive, wh.. |
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