W. Barrett Munn : Writing

How Democracies Die

How Democracies Die

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** The chickens peck and peck; the hard earth remains relentless, refusing to release its bounty. Pigs squeal when ..
Capitalism

Capitalism

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** This summer is abundant in house flies which means there are many triers no different than we in desire to survive. ..
Seat 27 C, 12,000 Miles East of Bangor, Maine

Seat 27 C, 12,000 Miles East of Bangor, Maine

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Cautiously, I lie down on an offered bed of clouds, wary to trust, but I am buoyant, a boat of balsa in fear ..
Oops!

Oops!

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Hugo’s advice to first think small I took seriously and began with miniature ideas, tiny people wearing litt..
The Emperor of Morning Sun

The Emperor of Morning Sun

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** The seamstress dawn pins a crimson trim to earth's unsewn hem - velvet dress in repose. Five sparrows rouse and wake a ..
The Hands of Time

The Hands of Time

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Hands on a watch once told us time, a silent language of a sort, a Morse code of the directio..
(A-94) Fourth of July Sale, 1965

(A-94) Fourth of July Sale, 1965

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** On the showroom's freshly-waxed linoleum floor, the 4-wheeled dandy stands stoically placid, filled with resolve, shined, s..
Exploration

Exploration

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** What is the name of this immense heaviness I feel when the world spins and I see it as it truly is? Beyond sorrow. Beyond ..
Music Man

Music Man

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I heard three haunting notes from the back of the bus and turned to see who was singing, and she ..
One Magic Day Waiting at the DMV

One Magic Day Waiting at the DMV

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Written on the pen in script is the word: prevagauard - what the hell does that mean? When I search my phone, m..