The Chimes at Midnight

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

23 May 2022

My Turn

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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story For Lindsay    Just 10 minutes before, she’d come back from the Ladies Room, and discreetly dropped her gr...
23 April 2022

Reflection

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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story For James    Pale moonlight filtered through the dirty window panes, supplementing the meager illumination...
04 April 2022

Tell Me What You Want

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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story For Lindsay   Even as he dominated her, she could sense his care – desire and respect, control and freedom...
09 March 2022

You'll Be Damned

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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story   The hardest part of accepting you’re not a superhero anymore is the realization that truth, justice, and...
24 February 2022

Love

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By Bud Koenemund I'm constantly torn between revelation and self-preservation.
23 February 2022

Madness

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By Bud Koenemund Images tease me; driving imagination closer to madness.
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.
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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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