Poetry / “Franklin’s Kite”

Like I suppose Columbus held while he sailed the ocean blue, I try to locate 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…

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…

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’

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: “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 wall…