W. Barrett Munn : Writing

Sasquatch

Sasquatch

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** The Sasquatch from the patch patch out in the deep deep of the dark dark rode a tractor, a beginner as an ..
Skin Deep

Skin Deep

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I like ice cream. Orchids like ice cubes. I prefer Butter Pecan. Orchids don’t care what I like. They&rsquo..
Baskets, My Love

Baskets, My Love

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** She has this thing for Indian baskets, must have 40 or more scattered around the house. Probably because she’s one-eig..
Reflections on a Fireplace

Reflections on a Fireplace

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Sitting in high-backed leather and sipping whiskey the fire-starter reflects the flames; the window, peering in, is a dimmed..
It’s the Growing Old That’s Hard

It’s the Growing Old That’s Hard

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I’m trying to learn to fly. My muscles are spongy. It’s getting hard to turn over in bed, push myself u..
The Prostitute As a Person

The Prostitute As a Person

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Martin lets me out right where he found me. Most call him John. I like Martin better. A two-syllable music. In t..
The Necessity of Sad Soil

The Necessity of Sad Soil

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Today I looked again. Today is the first day I could smile. Not the first time my wife wasn’t there. Her side ..
One Thing Leads to Another Thing

One Thing Leads to Another Thing

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I’m not old enough for school. What does that make me, three, maybe four? I remember riding, with mother, the c..
The Doors Got It Wrong—This Was the Real End

The Doors Got It Wrong—This Was the Real End

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** It took a leap of faith for Judy, a Catholic, to walk to the altar at the front of my church, watched by all thos..
Haiku 202-H

Haiku 202-H

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


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