Category: fiction
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STANDOFF from the book 8.31.19
It’s Four O’clock in the Morning A light rain falls on the grass and pond outside my window to the world It falls on the street and shines in a nearby streetlight glow And silence is the answer to the falling soft wet mist Swirling more like tiny snowflakes than rain in a gentle calming […]
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Standoff post 8.27.19
Two more from the book Standoff. The book can be found on Amazon or can be ordered through me at http://www.authorgordonkuhn.com . Bought through me and I sign the book for you. Nightfall, the Lovers’ Dance I recall the night when the rain came And settled in bringing a coolness to the room Where two […]
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Ragdoll Man C-2
And so, alone in the glen, but unaware of the world beyond where he sat, he searched through the rags hoping to find another such as he hiding there in the maze of color and thread. But he found little that appeared to be quite like him. No, you see none such as he could […]
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STANDOFF, bit by bit
Standoff is a book of poetry and short stories. I will be placing posts here as I go. It is published and available at Amazon. You can also buy it directly from me by visiting one of my websites. Questions? I’ll be happy to answer them. Oh, if you buy it from me it is […]
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The Gospel Hour
The Gospel of Micah, AKA the Gospel of Enoch. Micah was a goat herder on a planet known to us as Heaven. He was a simple man but became prominent in the politics of religion when he challenged the idea that the earth was flat. “It’s not,” he spoke up in a class he was […]
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The Church Lady & The Preacher
There once was an old lady who went church and sat at the very back. She was partially deaf but would shout out her agreement with the preacher at various times. One Sunday the preacher was talking about the sins of mankind and began by shouting out about the use of drink. The woman yelled: […]
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Rehearsing
Rehearsing Another morning has come to greet the sun Chasing the night away as coffee brews on the stove A cup with spoon to swirl the cream in to blend the clouds away As I sit and think of questions that I cannot even form I wonder about the woman down the street who lives […]
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RAGMAN CHRONICLES 12.18.17
The Ragdoll Chronicles: I Am Nouveau As the two stood in the Glen they suddenly noticed they had been passed over by a shadow. In fact the sky above them had shifted from a light blue to a growing and respectfully ominous gray. The sudden increasing darkness caused them to look up, and there they […]
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The Ragman Doll Chronicles Two
The Ragdoll Chronicles continued 12/13/17 The crow stared at his new found acquaintance. He shuffled back a step or two and shook his head. “Why,” he began gently, “I thought everyone knew what dead meant.” The animated collection of colorful rags that had formed into a shape resembling a man blinked his eyes. But it […]
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The Ragman Files
But it was all new to him as he was new to it all as well no one ever seeing or being near a real living ragdoll man. And, to them that would later meet him it was a very strange tale that was told with whispers mostly because such things as a living ragdoll […]
THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN 