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

Grounded In The Night

He saw the world in burlesque,

light dancing upon the stage

The great blue fanning ocean

and rainbow colored pastie orbs

Caught between the music and the

shadow of the extreme

The curtain falling deftly marking

the beginning and the end

 

His dreams left to wander

search the darkness for a home

To strip off their makeup and surrender

what tomorrow will disdain

Where back in the footlights all chaos

 and disorder will bawdily remask

Teasing what fantasy hides in fear

—as an Angel sheds its wings

 

(The New Room: November, 2021)

Life Ring

Memory left drowning

betwixt and beyond

 floating discarded

on yesterday’s pond

 

The future is calling

in voices distressed

 reservoirs draining

tomorrow beset

 

The bridge crossing over

these waters is rough

its toll but the present

time never enough

 

The turnstile upon you,

its arm is still down

the cost what you’re leaving

its promise unfound

 

But once set in motion,

there’s no turning back

allusion receding

with blood in its tracks

 

All hail to the moment,

the instant supreme

whose motion internal

—all else but a dream

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)