Poetry / “Diner placemat love note”

  I have become a front porch Bell jar wino looking for yesterday   But all I want is to be a back alley junkie freebasing glimpses of tomorrow   And on each day of your absence I’ve received a morphine drip of your perceived value   While fearing the dark and squinting to find…

Poetry / “Gunpowder ghosts”

Gunpowder ghosts   I am unsure that you still exist because my memories are grainy and out of focus like films of bigfoot lumbering across the landscape leaving footprints real or not   Perhaps you’re still here and are held up by invisible strings like blurry pie plates in UFO films that we once watched…

Poem: Heraclitus

When we sat side by side and row by row watching sideways rain beat the side of the building at the far end of campus our professor taught us that the weeping philosopher suggested you can’t enter the same river twice and this must be true because I swim in you daily disrobed with despair…

Video presentation of “Bryant Park 4/10/09”

“Bryant Park 4/10/09” from the book of poetry and short fiction by Steven Harz titled “Songs you can’t dance to” – available at Amazon and Barnes & Noble by searching ‘steven harz’

Advanced review of my eBook “Songs you can’t dance to”

“Harz captures the exhilaration, pain and frustration of love all the while making you strive to find the perfect balance. The feel good ones like “Red”, “Context”, “Order”, “Written History” and of course, “Songs You Can’t Dance to” bring an urge to find the one we love and let them know NOW! While others such…

Backroad Love Story: “Charting a path”

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…

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 in…

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 gone…