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

Drawers Of My Memory

Each drawer that I fill,

stores something past

 

The future spread out

on the bed

 

As each one closes,

its memories sleep safe

 

Dreams quilted

and looking ahead

 

Layered inside

and kept neatly stacked

 

In silence,

their stories unfold

 

Each drawer front embossed

with a message they share

 

“Open Only If Naked Or Cold”

 

The dresser sits quiet,

its handles untouched

 

As new history begins

with each write

 

And construction resumes,

a new dresser is built

 

To store words yet to clothe

—and delight

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Marlais

Dying alone on foreign ground,

death gripped his blessed hand

 

Raging hard across the pond,

Manhattan, his last stand

 

An oak to fall on alien soil,

all seeds to heaven thrown

 

His words cast free into the dark,

that ‘Good Night’ now his own

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

                                                        ‘Dylan Marlais Thomas’

 

The World Rose

The world sneezed,

the demon danced

—the music stopped in time

 

The world coughed,

the demon choked

—millions now entwined

 

The world hid,

the demon searched

—new victims running low

 

The world rose,

the demon dead

—nowhere left to go

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

Bemused

Rat-a-tat, Rat-a tat-tat,

the mice crawl through the walls

 

You hear them best when lights are low,

the cat still yet to call

 

Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat,

straight up and overhead

 

The world they know—the world you know,

conjoined but never bred

 

Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat,

your solitude a ruse

 

What lies inside beyond plain sight

—a kinship to bemuse

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)