Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
The eggs had been colored,
and scattered about
The baskets were hidden,
the children to shout…
“Was he here mom, was he here?”
they...
The sentence was death, terminally sure,
to pack my bags, adieu
As reds have never looked so red,
and greens, the greenest hue
The wine...
Return to the sky,
our moon, Bakunawa
Masked Haliya has been called,
the tree circled again
Balyana is dancing,
the heaven’s in...
Social Distancing not so strange,
I’ve been doing it for years
The world a feelings length away,
old lovers left in tears
I shared what...
Fighting against you, attacking with words,
hatred my weapon inscribed
Fountains of blood each chapter exudes,
keeping you distant—...