W. Barrett Munn
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When You’ve Wound Down to Being Right Twice a Da..A Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the things we never seem to find time for anymore -- have we .. |
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Back to Notre Dame I've Never BeenA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** It’s a shame that bell ringing isn’t a thing anymore -- I would have made a dandy ringer. I have the callo.. |
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After Watching Too Many Cooking ShowsA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I suggest you stay away from the basement. It’s flooded with tears. Who can find a plumber on Sunday during.. |
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The Wrong Side of PorkA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Maybe you can help me. The head of my bed faces south; the foot north; of the two remaining sides which is the wro.. |
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You Can Take the Kid Out of the City …A Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Judging by the one red wasp buzzing around outside my rolled up backseat window, the disaster about to happen isn’t ge.. |
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What's Left After Salt?A Poem by W. Barrett MunnA modified haibun |
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A Dream of Being Back in SW Arkansas in 1959A Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Aunt Martha isn’t looking down on me tonight -- those are stars and planets, a comet, remarkable as .. |
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Readying Myself for a ColonoscopyA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** As a child, sometimes I wet the bed. This is the first time since I was five months old I soiled a diaper. .. |
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(A-124) The Animal Shelter is on the Dog Side of t..A Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The dog side of the bowl is empty. The bowl is still filled with water. I should pour it out, this heartache, .. |
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PerceptionsA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Some things I didn’t notice when I was twenty -- the inexorable forward thrust of a lifetime measured .. |
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