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…

Another 5 star review of “Songs you can’t dance to”

Another 5 star review of “Songs you can’t dance to” Another 5 star review of “Songs you can’t dance to” “I’ve enjoyed reading “Songs You Can’t Dance To” by Steven Harz immensely. It is a book for lovers and losers. A book celebrating young love while remembering times of lost love. There is a story…

Book trailer for “Blessed”

Book trailer for “Blessed” Book trailer for “Blessed” “Blessed” is from my book of poetry and short fiction titled “Songs you can’t dance to” (Now available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble)

Another nice review of “Songs you can’t dance to”

Another nice review of “Songs you can’t dance to” “Thoroughly enjoyed all the poems and short stories. Steven let me feel his pain and enjoy his humor! I found myself remembering when I was young and in love. Wonderful memories!” Thanks for such nice words!!! (to get to the book on Amazon click the link….

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 damp fairy tale’s blue ink separates on the pages surrounding me with a tie-dyed tomorrow absent of us for now So…

Another advance review for “Songs you can’t dance to”

Steven Harz really makes you stop and think about the ones you love and to let them know now before its too late. I loved reading this book. I couldn’t put it down until I was done. Now I want to reread it! I look forward to any future writings from Steve. -L. Mooney

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: “Seated at the right hand”

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…

“Pocket Thoughts” issue 1

“Pocket Thoughts” issue 1 Issue 1 of “Pocket Thoughts” contains my poem ‘Hundreds of words’ – take a look!!!

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…

Poem: “Torturous”

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…

Poem: “My hands”

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…

Poem: “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. And others find hallowed two holes…

Poem: “Songs you can’t dance to”

Title piece from my book of poetry and short fiction – available on Amazon and B&N by searching ‘steven harz’ — 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…

Poem: “Disease”

Anything that I’ve done in the past six months has been done perfunctorily for I am never free of the thought of the phone call or the conversation that informs me that ‘you’ will not be continuing your role in ‘us’ We are both in demand and where I ignore my inbox and select not…