The Chimes at Midnight
Poetry, late night musings, and the children of an idle brain
10 January 2022
I'm the Guy
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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story I’m the guy who remembers little things you said six months ago – things you don’t even remember saying....
09 January 2022
The Ghost of Christmas Past
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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story It’s not the money; let’s be clear about that from the start. Though $140 for the special edition, colle...
04 January 2022
Modern Muse
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By Bud Koenemund Each time my phone “dings,” my heart hopes that it is you. My mind knows it’s not.
29 August 2021
Sated
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By Bud Koenemund For Lindsay Eyes locked; lips touching; two bodies becoming one, 'til lust is sated.
23 August 2021
The Deepest Wounds
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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story I don’t hate you for breaking my heart. In truth, I expected it; waited for “the bomb” to drop right fro...
14 July 2021
Teased
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By Bud Koenemund For Lindsay "Let me cum," she begged. And, I, being mean, teased her a little bit more.
All
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By Bud Koenemund For Lindsay My flesh craves your touch. My tongue desires your taste. But, my soul wants all.
10 July 2021
Two More Haiku for Lindsay
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By Bud Koenemund For Lindsay Creation Your inspiration drives my imagination to create this art. Repentance My sin lies in thee: concupiscen...
09 July 2021
War
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By Bud Koenemund A Haiku For Lindsay Impure thoughts flourish, even as fantasy wars 'gainst reality.
26 June 2021
What I Miss
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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story Last night, I dreamt about you. Nothing momentous, or erotic; just an ordinary scene that faded quickl...
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