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- Sunday morning 3.3.19
  
  Posted at 9:35 am by Gordon, on March 3, 2019
  Well, for starters, I woke to find the 10K going over the Skyway. Over 11,000 runners. WOW. It was on live from helicopters.
  
  I also have still not gotten my results from my colonoscopy. I can’t believe it is taking this long to get information back.
  
  I wrote two poems this morning and posted them to my network newsletter. I am looking to find a magazine or book publisher. I have over 300 pages of poems now collected that needs to be done something with.
  
  I am doing my best to avoid politics these days. Not doing too well.
  
  Nice morning out. Weather is just perfect. Need to get a shower and get started and to write some more. I need a true crime agent to help with publishing Nightmare in Terra Ceia. Anybody with any ideas?
  
  Thinking about changing the theme on this site as well. I have seen some great bogs and I think this is a bit….dusty? old looking? I don’t know.
  
  Anyway, will be back later.
  
  NOTE: for those who wish to be on my newsletter list please write me at GKUHNWRITES@AOL.COM and send me your email address.
  
  For those who want to buy a book? http://www.authorgordonkuhn.com for autographed copies. If you don’t want that then just go to Amazon and get a download. But an autographed book is much nicer.
  
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- 0400 2/28/19 Copyright and YouTube
  
  Posted at 4:48 am by Gordon, on February 28, 2019
  I am really tired of working on videos to post to YouTube only to find months later, if not years later, that someone has placed a copyright claim on them for pictures or (mainly) music. It happens all the time. Then you have to protest to get the ads off your product. It is just nuts. My suggestion is that if you do as I do then you have to keep a record of what source provided you with copyright free music because there are hunters out there that will do this and you may not even be aware that it is going on until you look and find the ads there because they monetize the video to themselves. Just a word to the wise.
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- Posted at 11:39 pm by Gordon, on December 23, 2018
  CROSSING
  
  Crossing the deepest river without a boat
  
  Sailing the storm washed open sea in a cardboard box
  
  My brain is climbing hills that only I can see
  
  Each upward step is alive with pain granted and felt
  
  With no medication to stop the fire
  
  None exists unless alcohol laced
  
  And it is such that it curls up from the earth below
  
  While others float past talking
  
  Their voices in pleasure do share and grant comfort
  
  To them sharing the night and the day and the world travels on!
  
  While the sky opens and — but not to me
  
  I sing my songs in a vacuum it would seem
  
  While standing in the dark on a street without a name
  
  My voice claims the night in shyness
  
  Beginning soft, then rising up to touch the branches of trees
  
  While many memories come to haunt and
  
  There I am, I’m crossing a river without a boat
  
  Sailing against the wind in an open cardboard box
  
  I speak to those passing in the deep dark surrounding me
  
  But no one responds, no one hears my sound
  
  No one notices me there in the deepest gloom
  
  For, in truth, I am all alone
  
  Alone in the night, alone with the gift
  
  While the fire rages from the earth below
  
  Coursing up my body with flaming words that no one can see or hear
  
  There is no medication to stop the pain
  
  That comes from sentence forming words swarming in my mind
  
  But how glorious it all is to be alone in the night
  
  While my voice lifts and climbs in song aimed at the stars and the moon
  
  While I’m there crossing the deepest river without a boat in search of you
  
  Climbing mountains that only I can see
  
  Copyright 2018 Gordon Kuhn, The Poet in the Rain.
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- 12.25.17
  
  Posted at 12:11 pm by Gordon, on December 25, 2017
  Ragdoll Chronicles 12.25.17
  Robert Langdon had just sat down with a fresh cold can of beer in his hands. He plopped his sock covered feet onto the scarred coffee table and snuggled a half-eaten bag of chips close beside him on his recliner. Using his remote he flipped through the channels until he found an old murder mystery movie. He was in for the day as far as he was concerned. But then the phone rang. “Robert,” his estranged wife’s voice jumped from the earpiece startling him. He brought the recliner fully up tossing the potato chips onto the floor and spilling his beer.
  “What?” To say he was startled would be missing the mark. This was his day to rest and relax. Why was she calling him?
  “Robert, did you forget that you had the day today to take Chase fishing?”
  Robert quickly ran through the calendar and his mind. “No that’s next week.”
  “I’m sorry,” a familiar sarcastic tone assaulted his ear. “No dear, your week, this week, this weekend, this hour, this very minute, you were supposed to be here to take Chase fishing.”
  “What? Are you sure? I think you’re wrong. Besides that I just settled in with a beer bag of chips and a TV program and,” he glanced outside hearing a clap of thunder, “it’s raining dear heart.” This last was delivered with a sarcastic curl to it.
  “You promised Chase to take him fishing, rain or shine. Now get your ass over here and take him out like you promised to do. God what sort of father are you.”
  “I’m the kind of father that wants to sit and watch his program on TV and not go out in the fucking rain.”
  He heard the deep sigh from the other end of the line. “It’s raining Denise. I can’t take the kid fishing if it’s raining.”
  “His name is Chase, he is your son, and he is not just a kid.” The words came hard and biting. “Now are you going to get up and get over here and do your duty as a father?”
  “Denise I didn’t want to be a father in the first damn place.”
  “I realize that,” she sighed. “I wish I had known that before we got married. You’re not a father your sperm donor.”
  He smiled. “What you seem to have liked my attention at the time.”
  “Chalk it up to youthful stupidity on my part.”
  “Yeah,” he smiled.
  “Don’t start. He’s waiting for you.” He heard her call Chase.
  “It’s raining Denise.” There was silence on the other and the phone. Then he heard her call their son again.
  “Wait a sec, I’m not sure but I think I heard the door slam.”
  He sat back in his chair prepared to kick the recliner back and took a sip of beer. A few moments passed and then Denise was back on the phone. “Your son just left the house. He has his fishing pole and a slicker on and he is heading down the street towards the river. Now get over here.”
  Robert brought the recliner back forward, sighed, and hung up the phone. There was no getting around it, he knew that. Might as well face the music and get dressed then go get the kid. But he wasn’t going to take him out in the rain fishing. There was a bar down the street with arcade like games and a pool table in a side room. Most importantly there was a large screen TV. The Kid could play games in one room and he could watch a football game with his friends sucking down beer and eating bar peanuts in the other. Denise did not need to know. He would give Chase 10 bucks to keep his mouth shut. He’d done it before. He stood, yawned, scratched his groin and then began the search for his car keys while muttering to himself, “Damn ex-wives and dumb assed kids that don’t stay home in the rain.”
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- Poetry and Random Thoughts 073017/0608
  
  Posted at 6:10 am by Gordon, on July 30, 2017
  There is a difference, I think, from the common to the uncommon. Yet, in many cases they appear side by side as twins. Just a subtle difference here or there can determine the difference that you and I cannot perceive on the surface. But isn’t that the problem? Isn’t it how we perceive what we consider to be4 reality?
  
  I have, since early childhood, wondered how you and I see color. A teacher points at a chart and says, “That is blue.” Really? Think about this for a moment. The teacher has an assigned role to play and relies upon her belief and understanding of common versus uncommon. And yet, how do we know if her understanding is correct?
  
  If she says that the object she is pointing to is blue you record that in your mind as being blue. But what if her perception of blue is more tinted with green in your mind. So every time you look at item that in your mind has green in it or perceive it as such then when called upon to point at blue in a test you we pointing at something which in your mind is blue and yet in reality is blue-green to her but she perceives it as blue because she sees everything put before her as blue being blue and yet her mind approaches the color she sees as being blue-green.
  
  I mean, seriously, how can we come to the belief that what you see versus what I see is actually correct.
  
  In another example, I just fell asleep while sitting here and dreamt I was at a seminar. The hotel that we were staying at was very nice and had a very large swimming pool. Everyone was swimming and so I decided to join in. I just now realized that I was the only one in the swimming pool that was naked but neither I nor anyone else recognized that fact until in my mind I just now realized that I was naked. The reason is because I remembered that in my dream I did not have any swimming suit with me. But in my mistaken reality I and everyone there had a swimming suit on. So, if by chance, you happen to go swimming the question then becomes are you wearing a swimming suit or are you naked.
  
  So, I guess, the real question is quite simply: what is reality?
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- The Little Mermaid
  
  Posted at 5:52 am by Gordon, on May 8, 2017
  I noted that The Little Mermaid, as she is titled on her blog, liked several of my posts. I also noted that she has a huge following. I am envious. I am a writer. Writers write because they want people to read what they write. I have nowhere near the followers that she has. Can I be envious? I think respectfully envious is appropriate. She obviously is hitting the mark as is Opinionated Man, another blogger with huge outreach. So, what is the magic?
  
  I don’t know. I am trying to figure that out.
  
  In the meantime I will watch and read their posts and be amazed at what they have to say and also that of the people who comment on their posts.
  
  Here is a link to one of The Little Mermaid’s posts:
  
  https://thelittlemermaid09.wordpress.com/2017/02/25/globalisation/
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- An Improv Everywhere Video
  
  Posted at 7:00 am by Gordon, on April 17, 2017
  Another day, another confusing conversation with self about life and things relative to that which we think is relative. Okay, so maybe this is a bit too much of a thought process but I have to ask why is it that when I had over 500 followers here and over 500 followers on Facebook and then consider LinkedIn and Twitter why is it that I totter along with 4 visits on a daily twit? Can anyone explain that to me? Any answers?
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- Eric the Tiny Field Mouse contin.
  
  Posted at 2:08 pm by Gordon, on January 6, 2017
  Eric suddenly realized something was wrong. The hay smelled stale, rotted actually. How long had he slept, he wondered? Hours? Days? No, impossible, he had never slept for more than a few hours and if he had someone would have woken him.
  
  He heard shuffling and mumbling coming from off to his left and then to his right. Suddenly, little brown noses poked into the cavity. Field Mice noses. Then he saw an eye blinking at him. “He’s awake!” a mouse voice said to his left.
  
  “No.” A mouse voice said to his right.
  
  Then the noses and the eyes suddenly broke out of the hay and there he sat being studied intently by two field mice, one from the left and one from the right.
  
  “It’s impossible,” said the mouse to the right.
  
  “Well, it is what it is,” said the one on the left. “I told you he was waking up.”
  
  “Yes, you did but….”
  
  Eric suddenly sat up. “Who are you? I don’t recognize either of you.”
  
  “Good God, he can talk,” the mice said together. “I think we should tell the Queen,” said the one on the left. “No, I don’t think that is wise,” from the right. “She’s been bashing people on the head with her club. I don’t even want to go near her,” said the one on the left. “Besides we need more information,” they said together.
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- WHO THE HELL ARE THESE PEOPLE
  
  Posted at 6:52 am by Gordon, on December 22, 2011
  It is irritating to go online and seek info and type in something for search and then wind up on some site like “Answers” with a bunch of ads and links that take you to other ads. If I want to search for a product and the product comes up with a names XXXproduct.com then I should go to the company listed not “Answers.com” Then try to get off that page. You can’t. It keeps reloading IT NEEDS TO BE STOPPED.
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