Poem: “Aurora”

The monochromatic grey of sky, water, and rocky landscape lays before us (and beyond) in strict opposition to the vibrant aurora that surrounds you and us hand in hand as we walk north (and away from home) between worn stones and broken shells on the beaches of coastal Maine well before spring and just after…

Poem: “I can never”

I can never seem to get close enough to you. Whether me inside of you or you surrounding me the pull is too great and I cannot seem to be fulfilled even though there is nothing between us but time. There is far too much of you for me to discover in the short span…

Poem: “Sunset”

When he was younger he would have focused on the beers and the cleavage but now as they sat on the cool april pool deck overlooking the narragansett bay and took in the pink and yellow and orange haze of the sun vanishing behind masts and sails and wisps he focused instead on the woman…

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…

Poem: “Unknown battle”

My written words are in an unknown battle with your unspoken thoughts and since neither are audible or discernible to the other or to us the fight will silently rage into the darkness until we are deafened by the peace that could have been — if you liked this please check out my book of…

Excerpt from, “A dent and the other half of a smile”

(This story, in its entirety, is contained in my book of poetry and short fiction titled, “Songs you can’t dance to” – available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble by searching ‘steven harz’) — He doesn’t recall how they’d actually met – Sunday school or second grade or summers at the swim club – all he remembered…

Excerpt from “She’s as sweet as”

Startled at first he reached his arms around her back and slowly gathered her in. The weight of her sweater, layered over the requisite white turtleneck, is something he can remember today if he closes his eyes and lets himself drift. Palm against the small of her back, his fingers were outstretched and his left…