Arriving
like twilight
the Muse
spreads her veil
Where voices
once silent
crawl out
to assail
The enemy
distant
the battle cry
near
As darkness
emboldens
what daylight
— enfears
(The New Room: January, 2026)
Moments On Fire
There is nothing so acrid
— as the smell of time
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments3
Nicely worded.
Thanks again.
I love the last of the two Kurt it has its own charm. For that one alone I have to give a fave
Thanks, my favorite too.
You are most welcome
Kurt, these pieces work together beautifully. The first summons the night where voices gain nerve, the second distills it into a single sensory truth. Time doesn’t just pass here…it scorches. Powerful, restrained writing. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks so much.
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