Poems from Kurt Philip behm
Day #4: Cody To Saint Mary’s
After breakfast in the Irma’s great dining hall, I left Cody in the quiet stillness of a Saturday morning. ...
Day #1: Las Vegas to Price Utah
Something had been calling out to me for months. Without words, it had been speaking to me from places...
That ulcer
in his
consciousness
bleeding
to be heard
A canker
of a
muted past
abscessing
every word
Cold sores
of detention
that fade...
Remembering
what you want to say
Forgetting
what you don’t
A writer’s choice
is zero sum
You will
until you won’t
Considering
that time...
The manhood
of a nation
marching in the breeze
Chasing what
the dead have wrought
taunting its reprieve
Caught within the voices
of...