W. Barrett Munn
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The House that Life BuiltA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The average lifetime’s wealth is in a boxwith windows; doors kept closed and lockedthroughout the long dark nights;The fl.. |
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DevotionalA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The spigot that controls my sorrow has shattered, an eruption has occurred. All due to the death of my kitten. I sh.. |
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FinalityA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I’ve reached the ultimate ten years of my life. There's no assurance, though, the measurement is made from years. Could be.. |
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Sudden Shadow Movement on the WallA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Lively scrambler on my wall. What are you? What’s your game? Are you a dark spot spider creeping, too quick fo.. |
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(A-98) Jack and JillA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Daughter was three; together we rolled along the gentle grassy incline, playing a childish game. I was a hu.. |
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Final Thoughts of a VampireA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** They’re coming soon, the men with their long wooden spears, having deduced my resting place while sol is ruling.. |
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To the Girl on the Beach Whose Name Ended up in th..A Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I saw you. I saw you standing alone. I saw you standing alone on the beach. I watched you. I watched you.. |
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Missing OutA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** How late is too late to catch up? For me it’s now. I can’t talk to the dead any more than you can... |
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The AccidentA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** A poet writes about life and death; it's the parts in betweenthat matter.The trip I tookto the grocer, parked my rickety red .. |
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Above the Continuous TurmoilA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** It’s when the crystal-colored sand creeps up warm between your toes and a salty broth bubbles around your ankles .. |
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