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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