The Chimes at Midnight

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

15 March 2018

There Once was a Man from Verona...

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  I wrote this limerick (my first - and probably last) for the St. Patrick's Day contest on a local radio station. It didn't win, bu...
12 November 2017

Saved

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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story Inspired by “The Salvation of Mosul” by Joshua Hammer, Smithsonian magazine, October 2017   ...
02 September 2017

Stand

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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story   Even as the fighting ended, peace still seemed like an ethereal dream; something that would slip throu...
05 August 2017

Sweet Nothings

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07 July 2017

Moonlight Muse

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By Bud Koenemund A 100 word story For Lindsay   Swaying hips hypnotized him as he followed her along the beach. Leaving behind dying ...
03 June 2017

Hell

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25 May 2017

I Dare You!

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30 April 2017

A Love Letter in Haiku Form - For National Poetry Writing Month 2017

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By Bud Koenemund For Lindsay I Oh, sweet green-eyed muse; thy emerald beauty has beguiled my pen. II What words could I use...
15 April 2017

Want

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By Bud Koenemund A 100 word story For Lindsay   I want to push you against the wall, and mash my mouth against yours; kissing you unti...
14 April 2017

A Fire Once Incandescent

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