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 Choking Of Angels

Night erupts…
The maddening glow
Of a closing minute
Of a final hour
Shines pale
Against the frozen concrete
As the drumbeat starts
And the chanting starts
My last broken link
Forever lost—Forever lost
Salvation,
The calling card
Of a new
Abyss
My breath turning
Inward
Where the heat rises
And the voices expand
With the choking of angels
And the plucking of wings
New grace into the fire
The blessing of those
Becoming
A curse to his rage
The fire of isolation
Burning sweet
Into my memory
Murderous thoughts
Killing innocent feelings
All orphaned intent
Lost in dark wandering
Time no longer master
Unto itself
—as night erupts

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)​

Mirage In The Distance

“Who’re you really” the Sage asked again,

that look upon his face

 

“It depends on who I’m looking at,”

I said, his eyes now glazed

 

“I’m never just one thing as you’ve heard often

in my songs

 

“Like the weather I am prone to change,

from right—to oft times wrong”

 

“But what of your essence” he asked again,

“the core of who you are”

 

“My essence a myth that plagues your mind,”

dimensionally scarred

 

“If your eyes were a laser with vision to burn,

you still would only see

 

“A mirage in the distance, wrapped in a mystery

—pretending to be me”

 

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: April, 2020)

 

Where Dreams Elope

I don’t remember where I was,

when the Earth became my lover

Surrendering herself to me,

enticing all endeavor

 

Canyon Walls and Glacial Cliffs,

whose depths and heights I wander

Memory folding in upon itself,

my heart immersed in splendor

 

I now find love with every breath,

and every sight that lingers

As joy is wrapped in every smell,

that sets my thoughts to ember

 

To walk as one within the arms

of seasons, wind, and weather

Renewed of hope where dreams elope

—remarried to forever

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2020)