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

As Then Conceived

Through the bedroom window

in my Grandmother’s house,

shone three lights—far off and red

 

Vertically stacked,

representing the distance,

to a young boy fast in bed 

 

A distance that I

was born to travel,

my hopes as then conceived  

 

A distance that called my dreams

to wander

—whose voice would never leave 

 

(Dreamsleep- May, 2020)

 

Lover In Armor

A question unanswered,

a wish unfulfilled

 

A moment left fleeting,

to wander until

 

A maiden unmarried,

a tryst never made

 

A lover in armor,

a husband forbade

 

A day left to dwindle,

the twilight to roam

 

A promise indentured,

enslaved and alone

 

A question unanswered,

a wish unfulfilled

 

A moment left fleeting

—to wander until

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2020)

Vitam Aut Mortem

Is this life we live,

the life we know,

really death

from another plane

 

Is the hurt we suffer,

and the struggle we bear,

the result

of another realm

 

Are the visions we see,

and the insights unnamed,

but a window

into that world

 

Is what we call life,

what they call death,

with its reckoning

left untold

 

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: April, 2020)

 

Stronger Winds

A dark cloud swept o’er me today,

and visited but couldn’t stay

 

It tried to blow my voice away,

but stronger winds then had their say

 

Poisoning rains lay overhead,

whose black veil lifts in mornings glow

 

Their invocation scoffed again

—by everything Mariah knows

 

(University Of Pennsylvania Hospital: April, 2020)

‘Thank You Drs. Torp, Thaler & Weinstein’