W. Barrett Munn
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Can an Android Hunt Buffalo?A Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** My cell phone is out of power. Does that mean the world has ended? How will I know to avoid bacon? Who is going to give me .. |
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The HikeA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** There is a pine cone that rests against the toe of my right hiking boot.I walk one-hundred twenty-seven stepsbackwards and I can .. |
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Fat A*s and a FlagA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** General Carlisimo -- the day the war started -- ordered Colonel Octavio to destroy all records of his defeat and his.. |
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RigidA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The pews -- most sheening empty: polished maple hardwood tombs. Twelve bodies rigid as hardwood sit straight and tall near the.. |
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Mood MusicA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** She bought and hung a single mirror on the foyer wall for decoration; each time she passes by she searches for the witch.. |
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(171-A) New RulesA Poem by W. Barrett Munn***A pear tree fully blossomed;not yet the birch. This is the newand old of it. Birth of an ideais inspiration. Last time I checked,my bank account wa.. |
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The Sweet Taste of BitternessA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Hot herbal tea compliments melancholy perfectly, and the deep sense of loss I feel is too real to be ignored. Memo.. |
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St. Patrick’s Day … Puh-lease!A Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I don’t see how an entire island can have a potato famine -- the damned things grow everywhere, on hips and bellie.. |
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haikuA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** lawn chairs overturned and a limb on the driveway … Ah! Feel that sun! *** |
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In Spirit OnlyA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** A ghost is a memory left over to comfort owners; everywhere I look -- her favorite spot on the sofa, or waiting pa.. |
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