Christy Munson
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My words expose what I find real and worth exploring. Come along for the ride. Be warned: my voice haunts like cello resonating through bone, sinking into marrow.
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A second entry created for Heather Hubler's delicious 'Unscramble' Challenge. For this poem, I challenged myself not only to create an acrostic, rhyming poem that Unscrambles a 12 letter word, I also required myself to decrease the first words by one letter (12, 11, 10, etc.) until the final line, which brings us back to a 12-letter beauty. Here we go...
By Christy Munsonabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Vulture
December She slips out of his damp bed. Tumbles the half-step toward the window. Her black eyes note the access points. Fire escape. Empty building half a block down. Utilitarian street lamp a ways up, pointing discretely toward the quiet north end. A sneeze of snow has all but blown over. She rather likes how the street lamp spills itself in dull yellow halos blanketing duller yellow mounds, tucked under freshly fallen angels dismissed as flakes.
By Christy Munson7 days ago in Fiction
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Backyard SkullsTop Story - March 2024
February 2007 His blade slices through the fleshy parts with ease. It’s graceful, disgusting but graceful. How he holds that carved handle with equal parts purpose and delicacy, like he’s painting a rummage sale art piece to hang over a fireplace.
By Christy Munson9 days ago in Horror