W. Barrett Munn : Writing

Tsunami Warning

Tsunami Warning

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I frequently listen to hear the sound of the ocean’s intentions, an arduous undertaking consuming time in gre..
Life Lived in the Now

Life Lived in the Now

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Your watch becomes redundant, a hunk of nothing ticking off what’s now meaningless. It’s always now,..
Meter

Meter

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** A sentence has a steady dogged heartbeat; the unsteady tasked to toil its steady beat. On all fours and chasing madly, two..
How to Spin a Top when Democracy in Modern Life is in Danger

How to Spin a Top when Democracy in Modern Life is..

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** The string is wound tight, tight, tight, and then you hurl it hard, one end of the string wrapped around a finger. ..
How to Grow a Potato

How to Grow a Potato

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I could go swoon over the super blue moon but that takes so much energy, push up off the sofa, go from here to way ove..
Fly on a Wall

Fly on a Wall

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Bridge abutment sounds funny to a sixteen-year-old drunk because it has the word “butt” in it. It’s n..
(A-107) Game of Wasted Opportunity

(A-107) Game of Wasted Opportunity

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I was cursed with just enough muscle to be unable to earn big bucks going pro. Ten wasted years inside a daydream. Time ..
First Day in a New Middle School

First Day in a New Middle School

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** My lunch pail bangs against my leg as I pull open the door to the cafeteria and allow lig..
Blue is Many Colors

Blue is Many Colors

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Blue is my favorite color. I like the zoo. The zoo is filled with blue. An orangutan blew out his brains. Too blue..
School Lessons

School Lessons

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** The superintendent of schools liveson a one-way street that leads to the high ground where consciences..