W. Barrett Munn
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My Father's Father's Porch SwingA Poem by W. Barrett MunnIn the southwest corner of Arkansas, 1958. |
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The Catacombs of ParisA Poem by W. Barrett MunnWhat is there but bones? |
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Death of the MaestroA Poem by W. Barrett MunnFinally a decent revision-retitled from The Illusion of Mastery |
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When Facing a Great RockA Poem by W. Barrett MunnAnother total re-write |
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100 Years LaterA Poem by W. Barrett MunnCelebrating 100 year anniversary of The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot |
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GoneA Poem by W. Barrett MunnDear friends and fellow poets: This poem in essence replays the narrative of a phone call I received this morning. I will most likely not be as activ.. |
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(570) A Fine CircumstanceA Poem by W. Barrett MunnCampion on my mind. |
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FogA Poem by W. Barrett Munnnon-traditional haiku |
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The Desert Stage-DenialA Poem by W. Barrett MunnIt rained today. Revised/Retitled |
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DaydreamA Poem by W. Barrett MunnThoughts on an overcast morning |