W. Barrett Munn
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First LoveA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** When I say first love what I really mean is birth of a feeling I’d never felt before, an awakening of a something t.. |
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(A-120) Here Lies LineageA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** My lineage, as far as I can follow, appears to have all believed the proper place for man on his knees in supplication.. |
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On Learning to be StillA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I want to live a satisfied life without clamor or rancor. I am the spade turning over resentment., Home is.. |
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Watchful CountdownA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The yellowed newspaper the nurse hands Mama succeeds in capturing her attention, her fingers trace patterns on the.. |
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How the LightA Poem by W. Barrett Munn(There is a crack, a crack in everything That's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen, Anthem) |
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So That's the DealA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Tippy gave a canoe to Tyler so Tyler could have one too. It was such a lovely present Tyler was hesitant to accept. Caj.. |
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Nearing HalloweenA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** In the early evening distance, I see a figure of a man walking towards me. That is, I believe him human as it is foggy.. |
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IlluminationA Poem by W. Barrett MunnBack out of all this now too much for us - from Frost's "Directive" |
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A Few HaikuA Poem by W. Barrett Munn5 of them |
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haikuA Poem by W. Barrett Munnwashboardzydeco still eight hours awayfrom Baton Rouge |
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