The Chimes at Midnight

  This is a time of shame and sorrow. It is not a day for politics. I have saved this one opportunity, my only event of today, to speak brie...

By Bud Koenemund   On this date in 2014, while working as a security guard at the headquarters of the Pittsburgh Steelers (a team I hate wit...

By Bud Koenemund Muse For Lindsay Her body sates lust; but her bright green eyes ignite imagination. Human For Lindsay Lust makes me a fool;...

By Bud Koenemund For "The Three" My inebriate heart too often overrules sober intellect.

By Bud Koenemund You, Love, are sunshine. I’m rain. But, I am content, for flowers need both.

By Bud Koenemund (With apologies to Margaret Wise Brown) Dedicated to those who would not look past their own wallet In a great white house ...

By Bud Koenemund Here's a little lesson I taught at physical therapy yesterday. A few therapists and patients were discussing the woe...

By Bud Koenemund I think about you every day. And, miss you all over again.

By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story    He started, sensing a presence behind him.   “There aren’t many people who can sneak up on me,” he refl...

By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story Inspired by Christina Alvarado    He’s always there. Always following. Steadily gaining ground. Inexorably...