Steven Harz / Americana Soul

The poetry of Steven Harz / “Falling” Today my promise to you is to overcome  my…

Gas station road map   Your history had been written in pencil on bathroom walls by…

Anno Domini (A.D.)   In the beginning I was a void but now you have become…

Stitched-together heart   You have blown your fuse and are becoming almost impossible to see day…

Falling    Today my promise to you is to overcome my fear of heights tomorrow so…

Scorched earth love   You preferred to make love slowly, as if you were afraid that…

My poem, “Cradle of the Earth,” was recently featured at The Voices Project – more about…

The sacrament of sorrow   After the box opened, allowing us to walk again among the…

End table eternal smile photograph   I used a glove box Bic pen to draw a…

Favorites   If I were a town square public library I would make you the final…

Holy water shot glass    Intoxicating and excruciating, a baggy Bob Marley T-shirt hanging off your…