Author: Kurt Philip Behm

I am a lifelong author with 21 books published to date—one best seller. Much of my writing is about the deception of time and its many disguises. My Poetry 'An Anthology Of Perception,' is now available in four volumes. In addition I have a 175 page Poem 'After Midnight,' that was published in 2014. My Historical Fiction series, 'The Sword Of Ichiban' is now up to volume 8 which is being published this Spring ... Vol #1- The Sword Of Ichiban Vol #2- Darkening Sun Vol #3- Revenge Along The War Trail Vol #4- Death From The Sky Vol #5- Jumping Into the Darkness Vol #6- The Fall City Mandate. Vol #7- Approaching Storm Vol #8- Brothers In Blood One autobiographical novel, 'The Death Of The Playground' a Best Seller, published in 2007. One travel novel, 'Searching For Crazy Horse,' published in 2005, recapping my forty years of motorcycle touring in the American Rocky Mountain West. I have written one Children's Book, 'Sammy & Bumpers' that was published in 2016. All of my books are available at Barnes & Noble, Amazon, and better Book Stores world wide. Kurt Philip Behm

The Ending

We hope and we dream

for a world free of pain

but the rock of serenity

stays beyond our reach

A hug or a knife

a kiss or a gun 

bipolar reminders

confliction runs deep

Every minute and hour

the chase carries on

no safety in hiding

from that which we’re born

Till fate becomes blinded

and hits a dead end

eternity waiting

—the ending forewarned

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

No Longer A Boy …

 

When I was a boy

this spring house was there

Open and running

with memories to share

 

When I was a boy

it sat in the field

Above rising water

indentured to yield

 

When I was a boy

its door opened wide

To capture my fantasy

dreams there to hide

 

No longer a boy

now buried and hidden  

My hopes and my wishes

—forever unbidden

 

(Converse Estate: December, 2023) 

One Ride

Chasing the

stoke

waves growing larger

 

Weekend

 warriors

still on the beach

 

Destiny

calling

mortality daring

 

Odds

go to hell

above twenty feet

 

 The spray

to the

heavens

 

Dropping

into

the thunder

 

Darkness

envelops

one prayer to beseech

 

The sound

of a

monster

 

The

howl

of its fury

 

But nowhere

 on earth

—would I rather be

 

(California Surf: December, 2023)