W. Barrett Munn
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The ProjectionistA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** What can you do when every room you step into is a cinema, and the movie showing is one that’s starring .. |
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The Lyrics Don’t Mean Much EitherA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** How can I love a world that stole away my wife, left love a wound that never heals? In the places sh.. |
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haiku 12A Poem by W. Barrett Munnhaiku |
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A British NomadA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Lawrence was fluent in Arabic, and his shape and his shadow were known to the tribes. When he said, It’s time, th.. |
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Because the World is RoundA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Leap to it, you Doggers! Daylight’s sliding past. Those who love darkness will soon be here to eradicate.. |
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Looking West and Seeing SunriseA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Rosewood was a smallish city on the banks of the Coatacook River. It was a lovely Thursday Vermont morningwhenthe cit.. |
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haiku 8801A Poem by W. Barrett Munnhaiku |
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Where Are Angels When You Need OneA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The first time I died a giant arsenic lobster fell on my head. Unspecified want had delivered me to the tavern. S.. |
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Death Due to an Ear InfectionA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Daughter, I’m sorry but once more you must absorb sorrow. Death has driven dark horses and a caisson past your d.. |
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Brushing Up Close to Death Under GlassA Poem by W. Barrett MunnDuende: the sense of being in touch with death. |
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