Christy Munson

Joined March 2021

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Bio

My words expose what I find real and worth exploring.

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Outside the Lines
They meddled with the front gate. Followed its trail the long uneven path three hectares in, along the outskirts of the farmer's ripening fields.
By Christy Munsona day ago in Fiction
Vexed
I was clumsy I can admit it too big for my britches too hard to contain too young, too wild to pin down . But I had my million dollar smile
By Christy Munson6 days ago in Poets
Lily
🥇 First Place—Kodah's Strangely Art Unofficial Challenge. Read and enjoy all the remarkable writers' entries here. _________
By Christy Munson7 days ago in Poets
The Plan
"the small ones" they're all small "ripe cheerdyeeeep ered" u have a plan - what? "maybe - fn autocorrect - cherry tomatoes, deep red, firm"
By Christy Munson9 days ago in Fiction
Top Story - May 2024
She loves meTop Story - May 2024
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson9 days ago in Fiction
Whatever
________________ I look like hell It hurts All your running around . You're happy to not notice . She makes you float like a feather
By Christy Munson10 days ago in Poets
You
__________ another gave me birth but you, you gave me life . you raised me up and raised me well you carried me in your heart
By Christy Munson10 days ago in Poets
Top Story - May 2024
Master's PieceTop Story - May 2024
_____________ you draw me into you erasing parts you say don't work reworking pieces you say don't fit __ you paint
By Christy Munson11 days ago in Poets
The Magic Bus
Words and photographs by Christy Munson. ______________ Choosing Happiness By May of 2013, my love and I need adventure. We need to heal our hearts and soothe our souls. We trust intuition and take a bit of a gamble.
By Christy Munson11 days ago in Wander
Barefoot
________________ She drives barefoot. Alone along the 101 she zooms. Hightailing it toward someone else's son. Her red carpets? Blisters and burns blanketing more than shoulders and arms.
By Christy Munson14 days ago in Fiction
night writer
pen knifed by night I stir, removing myself from the warm curl of your snore risking wrestling your dream soldiers to answer
By Christy Munson14 days ago in Poets
Mementos
I kept them all. Kept them safe. Through the years, I've kept everything, tied with the finest string, tucked gently, lovingly, into air-tight plastics, resistant to the ravages of time and the decaying powers of water, except perhaps where watery tears slice through invisible slats in my defenses, silent spells for luck slipping through love's permeable membranes, taking root.
By Christy Munson15 days ago in Fiction