Category: music
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This weekend, “County Songs and Backroad Love Notes” is available at Amazon in Kindle format (the paperback version is regular price). Review: This collection of poetry is a must read. The pieces make you feel warm, fuzzy and loved; the perfect read after a long day. The poetry brings to mind how good it feels…
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There is a box in your basement or attic (or in last week’s trash) overfilled with letters that I’d written too you and about us and these memories and poems and prayers are one half of our written history
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It is my hope that you don’t end up following the wrong North Star, bur in case you arrive safely in whatever place you were hoping to go…
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This is an excerpt from my poem, “Monday morning messiah.” Please visit my Amazon author page:
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Way back then, in sophomore science class, we were taught that our bodies are made primarily of water and that seems perfect to me because there isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t want to drown in you. This is an excerpt of my poem, “Drown in you.” Please visit my Amazon…
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I will hang love notes by the dozen with wooden clothespins from the branches outside your bedroom window so when you awake from sleepwalking through this life you will know how much I cared or tried to. Please visit my Amazon author page:
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Before my final day with shaking hand but steady heart I will write you one last love letter with a yellow highlighter, because I will need you to pay attention to every last word. Please visit my Amazon author page:
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I want so badly to recite to you our future from memory. And I know that if I lean into you, and try very hard, and lie a little to my heart and your ears it could sound like the bible (minus miracles). Please visit my Amazon author page:
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Please support Poetry Month by visiting The Ravens Perch to see my poem, “Had I met your first, or yesterday.” (You also have the ability to ‘rate’ the poems they publish as well). HAD I MET YOU FIRST, OR YESTERDAY BY STEVEN HARZ
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We are noses touching before foreheads. We are birds trying to leave the nest. We are a tent revival preacher casting out demons. We are the taste of twist cap Boone’s Farm while overlooking the lake and trying to see the future. This is and excerpt from my poem “Twist cap Boone’s Farm.” Please…
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A bucket full of pennies, I found my well and kissed each coin before tossing it into our future. And as the caboose rolled past, and the view beyond was distant but clear, I saw you standing on a log holding a fistful of dandelions against the fast fading train, scattering your own million…
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Along the route, and under Budweiser neon buzzing, in the barroom window above I killed time buying beer with loose coins collected in a Chevy pickup ashtray and trying to count the number of streetlights between you and home. This piece is included in my book, “Country Songs and Backroad Love Notes” – available at Amazon…
Steven Harz / Americana Soul 