W. Barrett Munn : Writing

A Fat-Fingered Salute to Cell Phones

A Fat-Fingered Salute to Cell Phones

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Fat fingers are beneficial when pouring bourbon from a bottle, less so on keys of a cell phone; the message sent n..
Schemers

Schemers

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Mr. Ponzi. Meet Mr. Scheme. All it takes is trust to develop a beautiful friendship. Let's skip boring detai..
(A-85) Time Is a Temporary Condition

(A-85) Time Is a Temporary Condition

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** The sudden draining rush that empties your chest with injected anti-adrenaline, and hollowness you feel when you realiz..
A Timid Knight Picnics in the Park

A Timid Knight Picnics in the Park

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Her legs are toned, perfectly formed sun-painted the color of running. The park has an asphalt path to run, a mile fo..
Peaches That Don't Taste Like Dead Cat

Peaches That Don't Taste Like Dead Cat

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** At dawn, the snoring is still full blown, a fighter jet revving on the tarmac. My wife is a back-sleeper as was my father,..
The Kids of High Risk

The Kids of High Risk

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Who doesn't love the Ponderosa Pines, the enormous girth of their aged ones, the rough and orange tractor-tire ..
The Drug Enters by Way of This Port above My Heart

The Drug Enters by Way of This Port above My Heart

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I’ve finally lost my own sunny disposition, one like these children on television possess, these builders ..
The High Price of Oops

The High Price of Oops

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Drifting in and out of consciousness,having fallen from on high,one dreadful leaf escapes the gutterand, like a wet khaki..
Where the Shrimp Boats Go

Where the Shrimp Boats Go

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Why do you say I judge you? How can you say you see itin my eyes? I don't judge you. Eyes are mirrors of the soul, not the ..
Bad Man's Memoir

Bad Man's Memoir

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


An un-rhymed sonnet