Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
Sitting here thinking
about the past
regret for time mislaid
What’s done is gone
all swan’s in song
— tomorrow’s yesterday
(The New...
Chapter 9: Big Brothers, Big Sisters, Friendship & Mentoring
On the first day of school, every first grader was assigned a ‘big...
Poetry’s spoken armor
repels the pointed spear
warding off tomorrow’s scars
enemies in fear
Each word thus protected
as phrases form anew...
When our histories have finally been written, many, if not most, of the important things to havehappened will not have been purposed or...
Creating one more empty space
for every one I fill
Answers close within themselves
— questions open still
(The New Room: May, 2024)