By robyn corum
This book is meant for FanStory family members to share thoughts and memories of Dean Cook (Kuch). If they are kept in one place, his family can easily find them. You are welcome to participate or not, as you choose.
To join us, click on anyone's post at the bottom, where it says, 'Add a Chapter'. Then create your post as usual.
This has been a sad year for FS. We've lost three brilliant and inspiring writers. Let's all be sure to stay in touch and take good care of ourselves. Please?
Thank you.
| Author Notes |
Author's Notes:
This is a personal family photo that perfectly displays so much of Dean's love for the dark side and his fabulous wit. Here's how he describes it: "The one on the left is my daughter's boyfriend, Zach, and the ghoul...er, heh-heh...girl to my right is my lovely daughter, Chelsea Cook,...the good looking stud in the center is me, haha!" *** Let me be clear - so many people thought Dean ONLY cared and lived the Dark Side, but nothing could be further from the truth. His portfolio will also reveal a love for God and hope of heaven. *** |
By robyn corum
| Author Notes |
Author's Notes:
I have often made multi-author books for us all to keep our dedications together. If y'all are interested in doing that for Chelsea and the fam, let me know. TY |
By robyn corum
I noticed that Dean Kuch's work is at the top of the ranked writing column. His talent is obviously appreciated and his work wide-read. I'm sorry that I did not get to know him. It is always sad when a talented poet/writer has departed from a caring group like FanStory.
By robyn corum
Zombies, ghouls and demons
play checkers, patiently;
a restless, scaled skeletal hand,
taps the table rhythmically.
A demon bride with wilted blooms
strides across the floor,
while impatient little monsters
wait in groups, behind the door.
In staccato'd whispers,
they share the wicked news.
Holding hands, as one they stand,
to bid dear Dean a dieu.
| Author Notes | Thanks to booklotto for the artwork. We will all miss Dean. |
By robyn corum
I was so saddened to hear
of your passing so clear
I thought you'd always be near
with your writings of fear
Today is a new day it seems
I hope you got your heart's dreams
If you are with Jesus forever
Please let Him know I'll leave Him never
Just know you were loved very much
Sometimes your words would gently touch
I know you loved the Lord our God
That is the path that I now trod
Rest in peace our dear friend
I know that death is not the end
One day we can all rejoice and see
what a lovely time that will be
Written by: Teresa A. Shortess
Copyright@2019
| Author Notes | This made my heart sad to hear of the passing of Dean. He had a dark side, but he also had a loving side. I believe he loved the Lord very much too. It would be so nice if all of us could be together in Heaven one day! That is my dream and goal. To be with Jesus forever would be Heavenly! May God bless you all! |
By robyn corum
Dean Cook (aka Kutch),
I can't believe you're gone. I didn't believe it when I first heard, actually, thought maybe it was some kind of joke (in poor taste). FanStory will not be the same without you. You were a kind man, Dean Cook -- generous with your time, even though your own work must have demanded a lot of time -- you were prolific and talented. I hope your 'journey' was sweet and smooth. I know you feared it would not be, but as I once told you, that was a dream -- a particularly awful one, but a dream. You were a man of faith, professed it, and we are guaranteed a place in heaven when we do.
I bet you are entertaining angels as I write this--
No Fear
Serenity is yours at last, my friend.
I know you worried you would see no end
to all the horror you once felt when ill,
but Dean, we know that isn't Father's will!
He wants for us, naught but the very best,
and now I'm sure in peace you fin'ly rest.
Godspeed, Dark Knight!
Ideasaregems- Dawn
| Author Notes |
Sincere condolences to Dean's family.
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By robyn corum
RIP DEAN
He came into my life when I was a newbie on Fanstory on the 13th may 2013.
Fanstory was a whole new world for me. I had only been writing poetry for three years and primarily rhyming verse at that.
I remember the first day of posting I was excited, enthusiastic and eager to share but at the same time lacking self assurance or confidence in my humble writes.
One of my first reviews was pretty scathing and it certainly drained my confidence and self esteem. I was about to leave the site through fear of embarrassing myself after reading so many awesome metaphorical poems, not one simple rhyme did I read.
Then, one Dean Kuch, came in with a wonderful encouraging reply in a review encouraging me and welcoming me to Fanstory.
From that very day our friendship just got stronger.
I am sure many people here will only think of Dean as a horror story and horror poem writer in verse but Dean also had an amazing way with phrasing words and my favourite stuff of Dean was when he dabbled every now and then in writing romance poetry.
He was my mentor and master, my friend and my encouragement to never give up and to write every day. His talent as a wordsmith could be spread over many poetic genre from horror to romance to short stories to his fondness of writing Haiku and Senryu.
He has been actively involved in contest and challenges, potlatch to picture this poetry to giving a subject Matter to write a poem about.
Dean will leave a legacy of very fond and lasting memories among the family of FanStory
May you rest in peace my wonderful friend.
x sincerely dip
| Author Notes |
No words required
Only tears allowed For a man who always inspired A man who stood so proud No words could ever say what this poet meant to me This will be a very sad day I think that's plain to see No words to be uttered As we light the candle Yes we all are guttered Some things are hard to handle xdip |
By robyn corum
In The Arms of Jesus~ Dedication to Dean Kuch
An encourager happened onto my FanStory pages about this time last year. I clicked onto his portfolio, surprised to see he was both a horror writer and a Christian Faith-based poet. His writings were intriguing, reflecting both dark and light. I was naturally drawn to the light, like a butterfly to a petal's sweet offerings.
Dean was a deep thinker with much to say. I was strictly a prose writer and saw no poetry in my future. I enjoyed reading it all, but honestly drawn more to prose. Then, the challenge came. He, along with Boo Ghost, issued the dare: "Enter the Halloween Tanka, or else." I love a dare, and a challenge, but most of all, the money was insane. I bit and here I am.
Thank you, Dean. Who knew I had it in me all along? You did or suspected it. Thank you, my encourager, Dean Kuch.
fly away, dear Dean,
to a place in glory found,
in Jesus's arms
| Author Notes |
A Haibun Haiku dedicated to Dean Kuch. Gone with God.
Photo courtesy of my husband, Jackson. New Smyrna Beach, Florida at sunrise. |
By robyn corum
‘Twas late at night on the west coast
when popped the stovepipe hat man’s post
My screen went dark - eerie tune played
What possessed my computer so?
But then the haunting text conveyed
sweet metered poem echoed Poe
I don’t know why, but since a boy
the horror genre brought him joy
But he reviewed all kinds of writes
with kindest comments so polite
He continued to give us frights
to broaden views; saw he was right
And just because he dared to scare,
it didn’t mean he didn’t care
about the solemn themes of faith
or ‘bout the scars that loving brings
For he knew well what Bible saith
and judging not gives loving wings
Angels crowd ‘round one tall and lean
to hear the poems of dear Dean
He reads the ones with lots of puns
It wins a smile from King of kings
His visual presentation stuns
with tunes beyond imagining
| Author Notes |
Notes:
Dean will always be missed here on Fanstory. I learned from him that though we may not like a particular genre, we can still appreciate the art of the writer. And we must not judge someone based on his favored art form. Surprising for a horror writer, he was a man of deep faith in God and he knew Scripture well. He was a gifted poet and compassionate soul, who loved his family and cared about others. We were all blessed to get to know him. |
By robyn corum
| Author Notes |
Gone but never forgotten... He will live on through his pen and our memories. A drink to Sir Dean: give 'em Hell up there, Sir!! ;) ;)
Image of Dean and Gidget (his sweet little gal that was always by his side). |
By robyn corum
| Author Notes |
Thanks to booklotto @ fanart review for the image titled
"A Kiss of Death" For Dean, who always took the time 2 correct typos and inspire a great writer and reviewer. For Castellany Clouds Comment from Dean Kuch Thanks for the addition of the author's notes, BB. I always read them first, if provided, to try and gain more insight into what the poet or author is trying to convey in their piece. We are ALL an integral part of Mother Nature. That's just as it should be. Comment Written 01-Apr-2017 reply by the author on 01-Apr-2017 Thank you so much for your warm regards and continued support. I really appreciate your encouraging and uplifting comments; this is my life, and we are intrinsically connected to the positive collective~ Blessings, Brother Badger For Destinies' Dance (wherever they linger, an eery eerie blue light) ...Misspelling of "eerie" here, Darren... My, my. Quite a dark write, which is a bit out of character for you, a bit of a deviation from your norm. I, for one, enjoyed reading this immensely! Comment Written 07-May-2017 reply by the author on 07-May-2017 Thanks so much for enjoying my "darkness", you inspire me to explore this style . . .I'll write tonight! I really appreciate the help with typos. Blessings, Brother Badger |
By robyn corum
| Author Note: | "Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality" Emily Dickinson |
| Author Notes |
Thanks to Lucas Sizov for the spectacular image
For Dean Kuch, he touched my life and because of him I am a better writer and person. For Castellany Clouds Comment from Dean Kuch Thanks for the addition of the author's notes, BB. I always read them first, if provided, to try and gain more insight into what the poet or author is trying to convey in their piece. We are ALL an integral part of Mother Nature. That's just as it should be. Comment Written 01-Apr-2017 reply by the author on 01-Apr-2017 Thank you so much for your warm regards and continued support. I really appreciate your encouraging and uplifting comments; this is my life, and we are intrinsically connected to the positive collective~ Blessings, Brother Badger For Destinies' Dance Comment from Dean Kuch (wherever they linger, an eery eerie blue light) ...Misspelling of "eerie" here, Darren... My, my. Quite a dark write, which is a bit out of character for you, a bit of a deviation from your norm. I, for one, enjoyed reading this immensely. Comment Written 07-May-2017 reply by the author on 07-May-2017 Thanks so much for enjoying my "darkness", you inspire me to explore this style . . .I'll write tonight! I really appreciate the help with typos. Blessings, Brother Badger |
By robyn corum
| Author Notes |
Author's Note:
This poem refers to Dean as part of the FanStory 'family'. The title was triggered by something I read in the author notes to a tribute poem, I Drink From Your Red Slipper, by easyeverett (Tom), where he wrote: "Dean and I both cut our bones on Poe, and loved to write the dark poetic." |
By robyn corum
| Author Notes | Dean was one of the first people I met on FanStory. He was always kind with his reviews and grateful for the ones he received. I was one of the ones worried about him because of his poems, but he assured me I had no need to worry. =} When I didn't see him posting I was afraid something had happened. He is with the Lord now, whole and healthy and very happy. He will be greatly missed. |
By robyn corum
Macabre he loved; with pen he'd write the scenes
for graphic shock he'd add blood curdling screams.
And while we read a chill ran down our spines
yet mesmerized by all his scary lines.
A master poet Dean was quite unique
his work displayed a passionate technique.
His ghosts and ghouls they jumped right off the page
descriptive words with rhyme he would engage.
And yet we know the real Dean could not hide
big hearted, generous, he was inside.
He loved his God; and firmly he believed
that when his time was up he'd be received.
We're richer for this man that we have known.
Farewell our friend; the Raven takes you home.
Christine 28/8/2019
| Author Notes |
A Sonnet to our friend Dean Kuch who has sadly passed away and leaves this site big shoes to fill.
When I first joined FanStory I read Deans work and loved his quirky, rivetting poetry always written with a passion and told the best horror stories in his fabulous presentations that engaged the readers. I quickly became a fan as many others here and have enjoyed Deans work over the past few years. I was lucky enough to do a FanStory Haiku class with Dean and enjoyed chatting to him online during the classes and enjoyed his support also. Dean was very generous and encouraging to myself and I was thrilled when he awarded me his first six for one of my earlier poems. 'Wow' the number one poet liked my work he made me feel so happy. I know Dean had struggled with his health of late and I hope he is at peace and may his poetry live on for ever in our hearts. 'Thank You' our friend RIP Like other I felt the need to do a tribute to him so Thanks to Robyn Corum for being such a great organiser for this project. Thank you for reading my work Thank you to Mr Jones for the image Raven in Colour. Christine 28/8/2019 |
By robyn corum
Once upon a time in a faraway land full of monsters and vampires there was a sweet little boy who was born from a pumpkin. His adoptive parents named him Dean after his great uncle, a kindly troll who had brought up his father.
From the moment he learned to hold a quill in his hand, he knew he wanted to be a writer.
'I want to tell the world about our people,' he told his mum.
She smiled her indulgent smile and her heart filled with love. In her eyes, her little son could do no wrong.
'And what exactly will you write?'
'Rhyming poems. I like rhyme, you know. And they will be very scary. I think people in the land of the 'normals' like to hear about us. For some reason they enjoy being frightened.'
When Dean turned eighteen, he packed all his belongings in a tattered suitcase. He hid his stuffed black cat under his clothes for luck and said bye to his parents.
When he arrived in New Normal, he rented a flat with some money his dad had given him and started looking for a job.
After two days, he found the perfect one. His landlady told him a nearby graveyard had an opening for a night watchman.
For the interview, he dressed up in his best vampire suit and combed his hair backwards. He thought of applying white make up, but then changed his mind. He didn't want to look as if he was making too much of an effort.
Even though the woman at the employment agency thought he looked a bit peculiar, she gave him the job.
The next night, Dean got ready for work. He put an apple, a quill and a piece of parchment in his rucksack and was all set.
At first, everything was quiet, but after a few minutes all hell broke loose.
A headless man asked him the time and was shocked when he noticed he was not afraid.
A transparent woman walked through him.
'That tickles,' he said.
Each night he saw something stranger than the night before and he wrote it all down. In verse.
And that's how he became the best horror writer in New Normal and in the whole wide world.
| Author Notes | You don't need to review this. I had already posted it, but I've just added it to Robyn's book. |
By robyn corum
| Author Note: | For you, Dean, a good friend always. |
| Author Notes |
- The reference at the beginning of line one is from Robert Frost. He was one of Dean's favorite poets.
-This is a triolet. The first, fourth, and seventh lines repeat, as well as the second and the last. - Photo by Simon Wilkes on Unsplash -The gif is courtesy of giphy.com. Dean loved gifs so I have included this one as a tribute to him. -In order to place this in the book for Dean's family, I had to change the title, make some edits to the poem and re-post. If you have already reviewed, please do not do so again. Thank you . |
By robyn corum
| Author Notes |
Author's Notes:
There have been so many tributes offered in the last few days. THANK YOU, ALL. It's been comforting to ME that we grieve together. I hope Dean's family may continue to read and find something special in these posts, as well. I do know that his brother is here and reading. *smile* * These are posts that were not originally included in this book for one reason or another. I'm sharing their links to be sure we can all find them AND so the family may find them. I'm sure I've missed some pieces, but it's not on purpose. It would be a great help if you will tell me about anything I need to add. * REMEMBER -- these are not 'active' links. You'll have to copy and paste. * |
By robyn corum
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With a simple text and word,
A life once vibrant died I heard
A heart of mine that has lots of cracks
Shatters again while my brain reacts
This great man I adored for many days
Who stayed up late and schooled me in his ways
Was a lover of all that he connected with, a brother in pain.
His knowledge of tech was like a warrior, never much to feign.
Although many among us would snarl and snipe,
I never once heard this man be harsh or gripe,
About anyone, anywhere, at anytime out of spite.
He would reason with even keel and judgment for all on reserve,
And when he found something he connected with, he showed you what you deserved.
Dean Kuch (Cook) was a man, a marine, a dad, a poet, a writer, and a delight.
That lost his battle for breath and life; his deep connection in writing the other night.
I am hurting and I know a lot of others will as well.
I will do my best to remind those that didn't know him with the stories I tell.
I will tell many when the tears and heartache are manageable.
I don't ever want this man to be less than he was - which was easily tangible.
I know that I would do anything for his horror, emojis and doggie pics again that make me grin...
So please for me and for those that loved him...
Send your love and support, to those around you,
Let them know every day how important they are!
Because these days are so few!!!
| Author Notes |
I'm so sorry it took me so long to post my thoughts and my poem.
I wrote the following which journeys through some of my pain, When will people stop for a moment to reflect Instead of fling their hat into a ring - I so object! How cold you are to me and I only wanted to know... In this time of dread, you were dreadful in my sorrow... The earth should stand still and skip a freakin beat!!! I'm so damned pissed right now I'm as red as meat! A man that wove together many writers and poets, Is gone and he needs more than 24 hours FS and you know it!!! But more than that I am here to say. When Dean exited - it was a very dark day. For those of us who have had a hard time finding the light. He was one that seemed, in the end, to find it alright... Ya, I know you all think he dabbled in the wrong side. But this man's character was easy to confide. You couldn't help but feel he was on your side. More than just upstanding I easily collided with his kindness, which he readily showed. My heart opened up again because of it, love flowed. So Dean my message to you now that I have had a little time. Thank you for everything... Your life really did touch mine! I'm so glad I was able to connect with Chelsea to add this photo - it really was special. In it, there is Dean looking so healthy! Dean's (fur)baby girl, Gidget, then Frank E. Furter (Frankenstein) next to Dean and his beautiful daughter Chelsea who is expecting Dean's first grandchild in a few months and then his lovely Tippy who passed before Dean, in April 2018. It is a beautiful photo and I wanted to make sure - it was his favorite one - It deserves to be in this book! |
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