The Chimes at Midnight

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

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16 July 2026

La Dama e la Luna

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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story For Lindsay    She moves like a dream, free of daylight cares; her dress billowing in the breeze. Shadow a...
22 January 2024

The Inevitability of Things

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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story Inspired by Christina Alvarado    He’s always there. Always following. Steadily gaining ground. Inexorably...
14 February 2023

Semicolon

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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story    Her mouth moved along his collarbone; planting gentle kisses as she went. Sliding over his shoulder, sh...
30 June 2022

Last Day

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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story    I had to see you walk away. Of course. Fate wouldn’t let me simply go about my day… and you’d just be g...
29 April 2021

Six Haiku (August 2020 - March 2021)

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By Bud Koenemund Light Your surreptitious wave; an incandescent light in a dreary day. Declaration I declare my love to thee, for I know no ...
07 March 2014

Two Haiku

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By Bud Koenemund In the Ear of the Beholder For Kitty Boyce "Fuck me!" Vulgar in polite society. But, welcome from...
24 August 2012

Tortured

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For TK Inspired by Jack, Neal, and Allen We could see the darkness and were blind in the light. We stood, dumb, as a vomit of colors, and w...
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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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