While sitting as one
in my grandfather’s chair
Gunsmoke on screen
a Dodge City affaire
Saturday night
as two spirits entwine
Matt Dillon to marshal
— our hopes redefined
(The New Room: December, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Online) - Published: December 30th, 2025 12:49
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Remember those days Kurt. All black and white in those days now everything is colored, different shades of gray. I read too much into this I suppose
No, you're right ... choices were much simpler with more meaning.
Where have all the heroes gone?
They have been recycled not repaired. New plastic models sold each year as the old are outdated.
Nice piece. Well done!
Thanks again, Katie.
Kurt, this is memory distilled. The old western becomes backdrop to something quieter and more enduring…connection, lineage, and the reshaping of ideals. You let the moment speak without embellishment. Beautiful work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks again, my friend.
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