Falling    Today my promise to you is to overcome my fear of heights tomorrow so that I can begin to climb and float and soar eyes open and looking down so that I can practice repeatedly falling off of rooftops falling out of trees and falling from balloons until I have earned and learned…

Scorched earth love   You preferred to make love slowly, as if you were afraid that any increased speed would cause friction that would spark the oxygen we hadn’t yet used, sending up the room around us.   I preferred the speed of passion and impurity, because with my dying-from-the-inside-out, scorched earth approach to love,…

My poem, “Cradle of the Earth,” was recently featured at The Voices Project – more about this initiative below. Please read the piece here! The Voices Project is a non-judgmental venue for women, and also men, to express their personal stories and observations through poetry to promote social change. We publish the work of women and…

The sacrament of sorrow   After the box opened, allowing us to walk again among the most of the living and some of the dead, we lifted each other up so often and so high that he were forced to begin practicing to fall.   But while we were at such great heights, and searching…

End table eternal smile photograph   I used a glove box Bic pen to draw a decades-old treasure map on the back of one of your turn-of-the-century love notes   Under an edge-of-town half-moon sky a chain link fence circles the footprint of a couples skate roller rink under what is now an empty construction…

Favorites   If I were a town square public library I would make you the final page of my favorite book that I don’t want to read because I never want the story to end.   If I were a 20th century record store I would make you the grooves in the vinyl of my…

Holy water shot glass    Intoxicating and excruciating, a baggy Bob Marley T-shirt hanging off your shoulder when we first met I felt, drunk on you, I should be forced to walk a sidewalk straight line and touch an extended finger to my nose.   On weekend barstools we alternated playing the game and arguing…

Thanks for visiting! My collection of short fiction love stories is now just 99 cents at Amazon (in eBook format). Here is a recent review: Just finished Self Inflicted Heart Shaped Wounds. I’m speechless, and if I had been using a real highlighter on real pages (rather than reading this on my Kindle app) I…

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…

And your lungs create a noise like the rise and

fall of an emerging empire.

My book of quick love stories, “Descending the Beanstalk,” is free on Amazon no through Monday at midnight. Contained in this collection is the piece titled, “Working on mysteries,” which takes you back to young love, and impending loss, and who’s title pays homage to the music of the time, in this case Bob Seger….

My book of short love stories, “Descending the Beanstalk,” is free on Amazon in ebook format now through Monday, September 18 at midnight. Synopsis: “In this collection Steven Harz draws from our past and hurls it towards the present, and in doing so connects a long-lost high school love to the recent loss of a…

Acclaimed spoken word artist Shane Koyczan takes an emotional road trip to reconnect with his father, mining the scars of his past for truth, acceptance, and the most important poem of his life. “How is it that pain became a source of comfort…?” – Shane Koyczan @koyczan http://bit.ly/SHarz