W. Barrett Munn : Writing

Return Engagement of the Count

Return Engagement of the Count

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** The first time I died didn’t hurt nearly as much as death as a vampire - the stake hammered into my ches..
A Reason for an Eating Disorder

A Reason for an Eating Disorder

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I tried to ride my bike fast as the train on the tracks, legs pumping hard, harder - still, the train pulled away. ..
Some Bombs Simply Must Go Off

Some Bombs Simply Must Go Off

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Her mother told her to put urges in a saucer and blow them cold, that passion is way too dangerous hot. I..
Fun and Games

Fun and Games

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** The massive oak tree has six branches -- a menorah with an amputated arm -- each branch the size of a man’s shoulder..
Unknown Urges at Too Young an Age

Unknown Urges at Too Young an Age

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** The first time I kissed a girl I was six and big for my age, hormones raging, creating confusion about how to be s..
Blacks and Whites Make Perfect

Blacks and Whites Make Perfect

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** When I grew older, as I became able I railed against the invisible elimination of sins - what are sins but ensigns..
Requiem for an Eloquent**

Requiem for an Eloquent**

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


(Remembering Kris Kristofferson) **published New Verse News 10-10-24
First Love

First Love

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** When I say first love what I really mean is birth of a feeling I’d never felt before, an awakening of a something t..
(A-120) Here Lies Lineage

(A-120) Here Lies Lineage

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** My lineage, as far as I can follow, appears to have all believed the proper place for man on his knees in supplication..
On Learning to be Still

On Learning to be Still

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I want to live a satisfied life without clamor or rancor. I am the spade turning over resentment., Home is..