W. Barrett Munn : Writing

(50) Spirit of the Desert

(50) Spirit of the Desert

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


In the Wallace Stevens tradition
Learning to Love Potatoes

Learning to Love Potatoes

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I can't write about digging for potatoes. I'm not Irish, and besides, that was father's generation. All I can write ..
Black Man White Wrapped

Black Man White Wrapped

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Black man white wrapped dropped dead into the sea, captain and the crew salute; a nation never knew him. Black man w..
Pain Shouldn't Hurt This Much

Pain Shouldn't Hurt This Much

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I should have brought him home and given him a proper place to rest, maybe beneath the ivy that grows up the fen..
The Giveaway

The Giveaway

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Hello, Padre. I would invite you in, but I can’t stay. Yes. I’m sorry but I have to go. Before y..
No Place to be Homeless

No Place to be Homeless

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Neon flashing sidewalks. Lawns made of rocks. Arching water flying skyward. Clanging coins, clanging lives. Women, hard as the..
Two Kinds of Right

Two Kinds of Right

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


Note: Published by Grand Little Things. 6-16-23 T.S. Eliot who wrote that the poet only has the to imagine emotions, that he does not have to have ex..
(60) Superior Beings

(60) Superior Beings

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I just read about a video of a superior being being eaten by a shark while some other superior being filmed it instead of helpi..
Who is This Howling

Who is This Howling

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


Who is this howling that rousesfrom my slumber, a thief that comesin the wee dawn hourswith thunderous claps that shake shinglesand dares to topple..