Author: Steven Harz
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My eBook of poetry and short fiction to be released on Amazon on January 12!
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Each night I press my ear to your empty pillow as if it were a seashell, conch or nautilus and while your voice used to echo each night that we were forever and anchored and true your pillow now only provides me with the deafening silence of distant waves from a now vacant shore where…
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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 my…
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“Pocket Thoughts” issue 1 Issue 1 of “Pocket Thoughts” contains my poem ‘Hundreds of words’ – take a look!!!
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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 wall…
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I’m scratching like an addict because I cannot get enough of you
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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 in…
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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 — copyright…
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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 same…
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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 heart…
Steven Harz / Americana Soul 