The Chimes at Midnight

Poetry, late night musings, and the children of an idle brain

Showing posts with label impure. Show all posts

Showing posts with label impure. Show all posts

07 November 2023

Mute

By Bud Koenemund For Tahni Thoughts of you persist; Impure desires o’erwhelm, yet I remain mute.

09 July 2021

War

By Bud Koenemund A Haiku For Lindsay Impure thoughts flourish, even as fantasy wars 'gainst reality.

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About Me

Bud Koenemund: I am 57 years old, and currently live in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.I began writing my first story while serving in the United States Army.I write poetry, short stories, novels, songs, editorials/opinion pieces, news stories, screenplays, satire, erotica, and anything else that strikes me.At any given time, I have about a dozen writing projects in various stages of completion, and a few more banging around in my head.I get many of my best writing ideas while I'm in bed, driving, showering, or on the toilet; and I keep a pen and paper in all those locations (OK, in the shower I use children's bath crayons on the tiles).Most of the time, I write from inspiration - I've had times when I've written a Shakespearean sonnet during a 15 minute drive, or awakened from a sound sleep, wrote a poem in a few minutes, and then gone back to sleep.Now, on a distasteful, though sadly necessary, note: Unless otherwise noted, quotated, and/or attributed to another author, the works on this page are solely the intellectual property of Bud Koenemund, and as such are protected by copyright.

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