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

Making Love To the Muse

She followed me downward,
  her lips were on fire

From the depths of her lake,
  every wish she inspired

Water everywhere
  lily pads on end

A frog left unkissed
  the price of pretend

She looked at me sadly,
  the bottom came soon

My arms reached out madly
  to drown or to swoon

Her voice calling gently
  my spirit renamed  

As my soul she undressed
—inside her again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

First Cut The Deepest

I used the language to my own end
  never respecting rules or laws

I wrote what seemed the shortest path
  between feelings and my thoughts

I thumbed my nose at sage advice
  knowing what I wrote was true

The first cut then—the first cut now
  the deepest through and through

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

Eavesdropping

A memory climbed out of the dark,
  as I listened to the words of a new love song

Taking me back to where feelings were strong
   beyond the flashbacks of a long frozen dream

Remembering again, a last ember still burns,
  and its light rewarms my heart

Where hidden deep in its shadows I see your face
  —as the past is born again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)

Open The Door

The light in the window,
  the candle down the hall

The torch in the jungle
  all beacons that call

The voice in the distance
  the one just next door

The whisper screams loudest
  when heard from afar

The light that once beckoned
  the one that still shines

The rays once connected
  new vision sublime

To see it and hear it
  to know it once more

The key’s in the lock
—now open the door

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)