W. Barrett Munn
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LossA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Like a bent fender from a wreck slices tires, loss shreds my heart. It's only after, when I’m walking the path f.. |
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(A-62) Warm is a ColorA Poem by W. Barrett Munn***Every few feet a courageous blade raises a light green flag, mid-Marchand the grass is trying.It's too earlyto be this warm. Wa.. |
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Des Moines is Out of CornA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I heard it on the news today. Des Moines is out of corn. The result of over-selling trying to keep big boxes full. .. |
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Intact ArtifactsA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Intact, the ancient artifact is brushed and carefully lifted and feels the sun again, perfectly preserved by a pyroclastic m.. |
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Fear and LoathingA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** after Hunter S. Thompson Fear and loathing will reach Vegas a whole lot faster after the high-speed train is completed a.. |
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GrindersA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The pepper grinder appears innocent enough; to peppercorns it’s a killer. A threat to morning’s two over easys. .. |
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LacesA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** My tennis shoe laces are mirrors that reflect my life; I never play the same hole twice at golf. Eventually I always seems t.. |
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Birth of an OrchardA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** after Thomas Lux I"m seriously considering nailing these apples back on the tree. The tree looks so bare. What.. |
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In the AmazonA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The bedeviling demon of convenience descends silently to overwhelm my desire to own the shown, things unneeded yet .. |
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In PanamaA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** In Panama the water sinks and it rises. Big ships slip through the open wound that's kept flushed daily b.. |
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