Poem: “Seated at the right hand”

When you finally gained the strength or courage to roll back the stone that had kept me dead to you for three days or years (I’m not sure) I was missing or hiding from our love and the bandages that covered my emotional wounds were not folded neatly because they were still draped from myContinue reading “Poem: “Seated at the right hand””

Poem: “Franklin’s kite”

Like I suppose Columbus held while he sailed the ocean blue, I try to rediscover you with a brass compass. Like I’ve seen Gandhi wear, while nonviolently battling the Brits, I battle old photos through clear round gold frames. Like I learned da Vinci designed, in between the helicopter and scuba gear, on my wallContinue reading “Poem: “Franklin’s kite””

Poem: “An umbrella for the bomb drop”

He had not served in the European theater like his grandfather who battled Hitler and loved his country (March 23, 1943) or in the swampy hell of Southeast Asia like his father who’d been diminished by protestors and volunteered to return (August 14, 1968) He did not commute to an elevator and a desk inContinue reading “Poem: “An umbrella for the bomb drop””

Poem: “Torturous”

He’d always been told (by who?) the pursuit is more gratifying than the capture or (more simplified) that getting is better than having and this (he found) was accurate because as difficult as it was (had been) to earn her attention keeping her affection was (at times) a clock’s tick away from torturous — copyrightContinue reading “Poem: “Torturous””

Flash fiction / “Blue”

Sky blue hardhat under his arm and gnarled hand holding a tin lunchbox he’d walk out the back door and into pre-dawn West Virginia. Still being small I really didn’t understand what he did between the time the old green Pontiac rolled up the driveway in the morning and when he walked through the sameContinue reading “Flash fiction / “Blue””

Poem: “My hands”

My hands are far from perfect but the way they fit into and in-between yours is perfect and my only wish is that rather than my hand in yours and the free one covering them that mine would be big enough to hold every part of you and all of us the way my heartContinue reading “Poem: “My hands””

Poem: “Hallowed ground”

To much of the world hallowed ground is a grotto under a church in oh little town. To others it’s a sacred monolith in Mecca or along the banks of the river Ganges. Some feel it’s the killing fields of Gettysburg or where their hearts are buried South Dakota. And others find hallowed two holesContinue reading “Poem: “Hallowed ground””

Flash fiction: “Harvest”

Every fall rain or shine – shine is better – the trek to a town 30 minutes to the south (is anything in Connecticut really south?) is made by he and his boys and this one-day round trip has been made ten years running and now seems like a reflex rather than a plan. ForContinue reading “Flash fiction: “Harvest””

Flash fiction excerpt: “el Adios”

The red brick walls and pea green trim look tired and the rust on the window frames is visible from any distance. This decay is amplified by the beautiful sepia brick replacement being built to its right. As much as you want (need) the building to be there forever, and wonder from your home threeContinue reading “Flash fiction excerpt: “el Adios””

Poem: “Songs you can’t dance to”

Title piece from my book of poetry and short fiction – available on Amazon and B&N by searching ‘steven harz’ — The cloud that covers me when I trace the curve of your back The blindness that overcomes me when I see the back of your knee The hangover I fight through on the morning after weContinue reading “Poem: “Songs you can’t dance to””

Poem: “Disease”

Anything that I’ve done in the past six months has been done perfunctorily for I am never free of the thought of the phone call or the conversation that informs me that ‘you’ will not be continuing your role in ‘us’ We are both in demand and where I ignore my inbox and select notContinue reading “Poem: “Disease””

Poem: “Aurora”

The monochromatic grey of sky, water, and rocky landscape lays before us (and beyond) in strict opposition to the vibrant aurora that surrounds you and us hand in hand as we walk north (and away from home) between worn stones and broken shells on the beaches of coastal Maine well before spring and just afterContinue reading “Poem: “Aurora””

Poem: “I can never”

I can never seem to get close enough to you. Whether me inside of you or you surrounding me the pull is too great and I cannot seem to be fulfilled even though there is nothing between us but time. There is far too much of you for me to discover in the short spanContinue reading “Poem: “I can never””

Poem: “Back to the future”

When I look at the two of you it is apparent (at least to me) that one of you is looking forward and one is looking back.   The one that is outgoing and gregarious looks hopefully to the uncertainty of the future and the one that is introverted and retrospective looks longingly for theContinue reading “Poem: “Back to the future””

Poem: “Sunset”

When he was younger he would have focused on the beers and the cleavage but now as they sat on the cool april pool deck overlooking the narragansett bay and took in the pink and yellow and orange haze of the sun vanishing behind masts and sails and wisps he focused instead on the womanContinue reading “Poem: “Sunset””

10 second love story: “Two senses”

From my book of poetry and short fiction titled “Song’s you can’t dance to” – now available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. — While you were here (and were mine) my mind was deaf and blind (or numb) and everything you said and did was silent and invisible But now that you are goneContinue reading “10 second love story: “Two senses””