W. Barrett Munn
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Generational TalentA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I know I’m not a generational talent. I may never be. That’s the best part of writing - .. |
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Tomorrow Is the Song I Whistle When I Walk Past a ..A Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** When he who rolls over in his grave is someone you knew, do you recognizethe sound?Does he make a rumblelike an earthquake,or m.. |
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haiku 201A Poem by W. Barrett Munnhaiku |
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Movie Night Nine Months Before MeA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The theater darkens; mother snuggles deeper into the cloth-covered seat. Wafting buttered popcorn odors and the rattl.. |
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Whistling Dixie ReprisedA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Blue whales. Gray wolves. Separated by the immensity of evolutionary forces. Binge watching gone wrong chemis.. |
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(A-104) Lesson in Living WellA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** In the middle of grinding the critter into mush beneath the heel of my boot, I was blinded by bright white.. |
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haiku 197A Poem by W. Barrett Munnhaiku |
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It’s FactA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Whatever your opinion of Pluto as one of the planets, Plutodoesn’t care; Pluto will still be there doing its Pluto .. |
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The Trouble with NumbersA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I’ve yet to observe an orangutan make a last second bucket and lead his team to a win, or witness a walrus ru.. |
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Birth of BanalityA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Everything I write is banal, nothing but the lame old thing, unoriginal as a hooker in Times Square, sophomoric, like .. |
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