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Category: love
10 Second love story: “Tie-Dyed tomorrow”
Deep in a well called yesterday your love letters to me water damaged and smelling like the year before last are attached with twigs to the mossy stone wall attempting to dry while the fairy tale’s damp blue ink separates on the pages surrounding me with a tie-dyed tomorrow absent of us for now,…
10 second love story / “Somehow”
Somehow I spend a lot of time above a pen and before a keyboard, trying to let you know how I feel and what you mean to me, usually to no avail and causing greater confusion. I’d like to somehow write away the trail of devastation that you are now forced to walk in…
Book Trailer / “Self Inflicted Heart Shaped Wounds”
Please take a look at the trailer for my book of short love stories, “Self Inflicted Heart Shaped Wounds,” which is available at Amazon in paperback and Kindle.
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…
Soundcloud Poetry / “Paperweight”
My poem – ‘Paperweight’ – nope appears on Soundcloud. Click over and have a listen!
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…
Romance / “B is for Browne”
B is for Browne How will I know if we’re through, she asked half kidding, even though they’d only been together since the hot summer and now it was the crisp fall. He explained that being a fan of what he calls ‘suicide music’ that any dark period in his life, and…
Poetry / “Ain’t that a shame” by @nicolepasq
I love Nicole Marie’s blog, ‘Words & other things’ and am happy to have found this lovely poem titled “Ain’t that a shame” – enjoy!! https://wordsandotherthings.wordpress.com/2015/11/08/aint-that-a-shame/
Poetry / “Context”
Context I might tell you how much I enjoy being with you as if you couldn’t tell (I am that transparent) but it would be without true meaning I should let you know how each of your kisses paralyze me for a beautiful brief instant (which is why I have to pull away…
Love story / “Blessed”
Blessed I’d really like to start going to church, she said out of nowhere. He merged the old Monte Carlo onto the parkway on a gray day that was too fucking cold for March. It’s supposed to be the third day of spring, he thought, and in protest he hadn’t brought a coat. …
Spoken Word Poetry / “Talk to Me Poem, I Think I’ve Got the Blues” by Nikki Giovanni
Please enjoy the great Nikki Giovanni and her performance of her poem “Talk to Me Poem, I Think I’ve Got the Blues”
Poetry / “Songs you can’t dance to”
Songs you can’t dance to 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 we touch The momentary blackout you cause as you lean in…
Poetry / “Halo”
Halo You disconnected your halo but I still saw the light. — copyright 2014 Steven Harz — My eBooks of poetry and romance are available at Etsy – please visit my page: https://www.etsy.com/shop/OctoberRoadPublish
Poetry / “Hallowed ground”
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…
Poetry / Miri Elm’s “Hello My Name Is _____”
This week we go back to the work of Miri Elm for her piece titled “Hello My Name Is ______” – I have become a big fan of her work! Enjoy!!! https://ashortconversation.wordpress.com/2015/12/17/hello-my-name-is-______/
Poetry / “Chronricle”
My eBooks of poetry and romance are available at Etsy – please visit my page: https://www.etsy.com/shop/OctoberRoadPublish
Spoken Word Poetry / Rudy Francisco performs “Love Poem”
Please enjoy Rudy Francisco performing “Love Poem Medley Extended”
Poetry / “Red”
Red The stop signs (two) and traffic lights (too many to count) between his house and hers were (considered by him to be) impediments to the far too few minutes and hours that they spent together each day (or week or month) but the same red lights and signs on his way home were…
