Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
Don’t pick it up
if you can’t put it down
A little bit pregnant
—the world turned around
(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)
Folding words intoa feelingThe permanence wasaddictiveThe creasesredefiningAnd the transcendencesublime
(Nashville Tennessee: 'The Bluebird...
Living right,
death of no concern
Dying right
—life begins again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
‘Wana Hin Gle’ the Lakota call me,
‘Wana Hin Gle’ my given name
‘He Who Happens Now,’ the drum beat has found me,
reaching into this...
Never writing to make the words pretty,
but the thoughts pure
Each breath a moment of time’s demise
—tomorrow gone
(Dreamsleep: April,...