Kurt Philip Behm

The Indian Sign

Silent but deadly,

the judgment of eyes

One look as your warning,

intensity cries


When meant for you only,

all others to miss

The glare in the staring

—unholiest tryst


(Wind River Canyon Wyoming: September, 2021)


  • L. B. Mek

    everywhere there's a few
    'like minded' gathering of people
    preaching to their own choir
    creating an insulated cocoon of a 'safe space' for each other, only..
    you can assume, in short order
    'a pseudo aristocracy will manifest'
    from within that group
    and those few, 'chosen'
    will devolve
    fighting to keep that taste of power and influence, they now crave..
    'rinse and repeat'
    times millenniums, and spread it like a plague: conquering a planet
    and that's why
    anytime, we humans try to govern ourselves, inevitably
    we end-up, sabotaging ourselves...

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Ask not for whom the bell tolls…


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