The Chimes at Midnight

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

By Bud Koenemund A 100 word story For Lindsay   Rain pelted the umbrella spread above them. The droplets – furious and unrelenting – ...

There is a storm coming. The sky is dark with clouds. We are running for shelter – some haven I cannot see. I stretch out my hand to you. Yo...

The chalk outline, white against the concrete, Marks the scene of the crime, as a crowd Gathers, like greedy vultures, in the street. “Did s...

A sonnet for Kristen Brownell L ord, how can so small a word cause such pain? Indeed, the gift becomes too abstract when Words, easily said,...