Steven Harz Music

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…
Flash fiction / “Blue”

Sky blue hardhat under his arm and gnarled hand holding a tin lunchbox he’d walk out the back door and into pre-dawn West Virginia. Still being small I really didn’t understand what he did between the time the old green Pontiac rolled up the driveway in the morning and when he walked through the same…
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…
Flash fiction: “Harvest”

Every fall rain or shine – shine is better – the trek to a town 30 minutes to the south (is anything in Connecticut really south?) is made by he and his boys and this one-day round trip has been made ten years running and now seems like a reflex rather than a plan. For…
Flash fiction excerpt: “el Adios”

The red brick walls and pea green trim look tired and the rust on the window frames is visible from any distance. This decay is amplified by the beautiful sepia brick replacement being built to its right. As much as you want (need) the building to be there forever, and wonder from your home three…
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…
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: “Back to the future”

When I look at the two of you it is apparent (at least to me) that one of you is looking forward and one is looking back. The one that is outgoing and gregarious looks hopefully to the uncertainty of the future and the one that is introverted and retrospective looks longingly for the…
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…