Poems from Kurt Philip behm
If something isn’t true,
is it necessarily false
By the polarized abstraction,
are we blinded to recourse
In the either or equation
and...
Reaching down or
reaching up
Arms extended
—hearts to touch
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
Revisiting oceans I’ve sailed before,
my eyes now finally see
Their currents deeper but softer felt,
all doldrums blowing free
As friends...
Hitchhiking along a highway
that runs inside my mind
Revisiting the roads I’d crossed
while skirting all the lines
My thumb held high...
Being poor…
having no money
Conjoined,
yet not the same
Faith in the wind,
promises born
Wings free
—to be reclaimed
(Villanova...