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- Where did the year go?
  
  Posted at 5:00 pm by Gordon, on December 23, 2018
  Another year moving into history. Seems strange. I am still in January.
  
  Well, for Jan and I it has been an up and down year with moving away and then moving back when we discovered that “friends” weren’t friends and that the VA doesn’t have the medical facilities in Georgia that we thought they had.
  
  So, here we are back in Florida with all of our friends and it is wonderful. The only sad thing is that my service dog Tread has a fungus in his hip and tail bone. No body knows how it got there and it is an expensive and long fight to save his life. We now have gone past $5,000 in expenses and have 5 months more of a fight to go. We do have wonderful help from our Vet and the Vets at the University of Georgia School of Veterinary Science. We are also fortunate in that we have medical insurance on him and that has reduced our cost significantly. BUT travel and motel rooms are not covered as is part of the medical. However, we are fortunate that we do have a lot covered and are very grateful for the folks at Healthy Paws.
  
  I have a newsletter at Constant Contact and if any of you wish to be a subscriber just send me you email to gkuhnwrites@aol.com
  
  In the meantime I am trying to find a literary agent for my true crime book: Nightmare in Terra Ceia.
  
  I want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and I hope a wonderful New Year.
  
  Blessings! Gordon Kuhn
  
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- WRITING A BOOK ABOUT A KILLER
  
  Posted at 1:59 am by Gordon, on December 14, 2018
  I have written a book about a killer. He came to Florida in 2008 and killed two women in 2009. His career as a criminal started when he was 14 and he raped a woman in Warren, MI. I am looking for an agent.
  
  He was convicted and given two life sentences for a home invasion in Sarasota, FL. He was given the death sentence for a brutal murder in Bradenton, FL. He is now up for another trial for murder in Sarasota, FL that took place in 2008. It took from 2008 to 2018 for the forensic investigators to find a dot of DNA on the woman’s dress to identify the killer.
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- A DEATH
  
  Posted at 1:14 am by Gordon, on October 20, 2018
  A DEATH
  
  A distant friend has passed this night
  
  Passed and joined another realm, another dance
  
  Brandy and death together in a waltz
  
  Without tears falling from dry eyes
  
  The sorrow of the dancers goes on living
  
  Trapped in an eternal ballet as life goes on to die
  
  While nature’s odd sorts in pose stand frozen
  
  Where they are locked and wearing a disguise
  
  And you love me as someone you cannot stop
  
  While we will dance with brandy and with death
  
  Until the hours fall away and death caves in
  
  Leaving an opening where one had never been
  
  Under the shadows of the moon
  
  Amid a stagnate wind
  
  Remember us when you drink brandy and dance in a waltz
  
  While about us the dancers fall in death
  
  One upon one to cover the ballroom floor
  
  And tears cannot fall from dry eyes
  
  Even when we are all wearing a disguise
  
  And pretend to be just one across time
  
  Dancing with brandy and with death
  
  With dry eyes unable to drop a single tear
  
  And a distant friend has passed this night
  
  Passed and joined another realm, another dance
  
  While you and I stand in love, hand in hand
  
  And watch the world as for some it comes to an end.
  
  Copyright 2018 Gordon Kuhn, Poet in the Rain 11/19/18
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- A CAST OF ELVIS
  
  Posted at 8:55 pm by Gordon, on October 17, 2018
  A CAST OF ELVIS
  
  It was early in the morning
  Before the sun had chosen to rise
  While in the West there was reported the coming of a storm
  For the clouds were stacked up to the top of the sullen sky
  Thunderheads stood out in darkness forming
  Telling a sleepy paperboy to carry a slicker in his backpack
  Flashes of electricity free-formed in their announcement
  While the church bells proclaimed early communion
  As the priests in robes of silk left their hidden dorm
  Down the street above where the butchers cut up fresh meat
  And one of their number walked briskly along
  A hidden pair of still warm panties gathered and out of sight
  Tucked in the folds of his blessed priestly cloth
  An overnight present from a grateful parish member
  Given freely for blessings and release from her sins
  But it was the early rising newspaper vendors that set off the alarm
  That Elvis was dead!
  And so the lines to meet him would be shorter later that day
  But curiosity was peaked about the bathroom floor
  And so, the restaurant cast a statute of the man to be blistered by the sun
  As it sat upon a bench with an open arm to fit around a fan
  It was covered with bird shit during the day
  And then stood waiting for the coolness that would come with the rising moon
  While wishing for rain to wash the bird slime into the gutter towards the sea
  And in the dark of the secret time
  The statues in the park would be set free to dance around in glee
  While others found a need to kneel and pray.
  
  10/17/18 Copyright 2018 Gordon Kuhn Poet in the Rain All Rights Reserved
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- THE TICKET
  
  Posted at 3:57 am by Gordon, on October 11, 2018
  THE TICKET
  
  It is the middle of the night
  And the railroad freight has just come in
  A sharp whistle slicing though the silence
  The engineer has taken his hand from the throttle
  The sound of escaping steam ends the prayers for the night
  The passengers all wandered off, boxes, empty boxes
  Wandering off to find a place to be unpacked
  And I wonder if it was me or you who had committed sin
  There in the railroad car in the dark among the silent boxes
  If sin was committed at all and was this a holy night
  When the conductor suddenly asked for my ticket
  As the train came to its final stop
  The sound of escaping steam ending the prayers for the night
  And I searched my pockets with all my might but
  I was not able to find the proof that I had bought one
  When the train came to its final stop and the conductor asked
  Wanting me to provide him with the proof
  That I belonged there with you
  But as I turned to where you had been, I found you were gone
  I was all alone in an empty railroad car
  The sound of escaping steam had ended the prayers for the night
  Standing alone in the rain, I wondered
  Which of us had committed sin
  If sin had been committed at all.
  
  Copy Write All rights reserved Gordon Kuhn 10/11/18
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- TRANSLUCENT
  
  Posted at 5:05 am by Gordon, on September 29, 2018
  Translucent
  It was five o’clock in the morning
  And there’s rain upon the roof
  It fell hard without any warning
  When it swept down the road
  Rushed up through the woods
  Caught the grassy fields by surprise
  The wind bent the bushes and the trees
  Then all was strangely gone
  And, for some reason, in the midst of it
  I recalled ancient tales of Beowulf
  I remembered his meeting with Grendel
  A descendent of Abel’s killer, Cain
  Then the death of the Hag
  Who did her seductive best, but lost to his sword
  Before a dragon felt the cold steel
  Then the rains washed it all away
  Nothing was left for me to ask to stay
  Not at five in the morning
  When the rain came and wet the roof
  Falling hard without any warning
  Sweeping down the road
  Catching all by surprise
  Bending the bushes, trees, and me
  Then was strangely gone.
  
  Copyright 2018 Gordon Kuhn 9.29.18
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- AWAKENING
  
  Posted at 6:11 pm by Gordon, on September 27, 2018
  I woke this morning to a different world
  Everything had sudden changed overnight
  When the rains came, fell, and the grass uncurled
  Where I had walked during the heat of the day before
  And there was nothing for me to do
  There was nothing I could or would say
  The world changed when I turned and looked away
  For a moment, a second, a sliver of time
  When I thought all was safe and secure
  And so I woke with a bloody nose
  I woke and I found what I thought was false
  And came to realize that there was no longer within the fight
  There was little desire within me to travel much further
  And yet I have to move along this path
  And stay on the lane wherein it is true
  That life is such and nothing can be undone.
  
  Copyright 2018 All rights reserved: Gordon Kuhn
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- BACKWASH
  
  Posted at 8:11 pm by Gordon, on September 9, 2018
  BACKWASH
  Walking backwards in my mind slowly thru time
  I find myself stranded, just another body standing in line
  A pathetic piece of flesh and bone
  Left alive to review all the scrapings my handmade in stone
  Until the carving knife broke from all the writing
  And I found that my life was not so exciting
  As I had envisioned it
  But drinking made it seem to fit
  The surrounding air and places I had the train boarded
  Without thought of where the trip was going or how sorted
  It would be
  But I would soon see
  The bridge left broken and bloody near that meadow in years past
  Where death took a friend and then came the revenge that failed to last
  In my heart, that day as the vomit filled my mouth with backwash
  And life about me began to sway and I felt the sting of a lash
  
  Copyright 2018 Gordon Kuhn: written 9.9.18 first draft
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- A Long Time Ago in the Great Faraway
  
  Posted at 7:10 am by Gordon, on September 5, 2018
  It was a long time ago in the great faraway
  When I came to the understanding that I could no longer stay
  We looked the other way as I stepped out from her front door
  Harsh words spoken, then silence, nothing left to say, so I guess we settled the score
  The tale had been said, actions set, and there was nothing more
  We turned away, not wanting our eyes to meet again on that terribly sad night
  When anger made us say things that later didn’t seem so right
  Emptiness then lay where once love for each other had been so tight
  But we said our all — then silence fell — and we knew there was nothing more
  So we looked the other way as I stepped out from her front door
  The porch light turned dark behind me as I walked alone in the rain
  To where my car sat, my anger melting — and then I began to feel the numbing pain
  The key in the ignition, the engine hesitated, coughed, stumbled, and then sudden died
  And I sat alone in the long faraway and in that sad silence, I softly cried. 9/1/18
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- THE VISITOR
  
  Posted at 6:27 am by Gordon, on August 18, 2018
  The Visitor
  
  She came in the still dark of night
  Silent, gentle, and turned off the tabled light
  Leaving the apartment in a soft and low-level glow
  From the moon creeping in thru a blanketed cloud
  Peering thru grime swathed window panes allowed
  Casting shadows dancing on paint thirsty aged walls
  That overtime had seen good and bad life calls
  Soaking up the laughter, anger, and the tears
  And she slipped in and out of her clothes there
  Lit a cigarette and offered it up to share
  It glowed and lit her face as she took a strong draw
  Her beauty was in that room and was all that I saw
  While the moonlight swaddled us all around
  Outdoors the rain began to pound the ground
  We sat locked in stillness and listened to the rain
  Where in the naked quiet that surrounded us, we shared our pain
  And, in truth, I never knew her name.
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Posted at 1:14 am by Gordon, on October 20, 2018

A DEATH

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Posted at 8:55 pm by Gordon, on October 17, 2018

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Posted at 3:57 am by Gordon, on October 11, 2018

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Posted at 5:05 am by Gordon, on September 29, 2018

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Posted at 6:11 pm by Gordon, on September 27, 2018

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Posted at 8:11 pm by Gordon, on September 9, 2018

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