Steven Harz / Americana Soul

Poem: “Hallowed ground”

To much of the world hallowed ground is a grotto under a church in oh little…

Every fall rain or shine – shine is better – the trek to a town 30…

The red brick walls and pea green trim look tired and the rust on the window…

Title piece from my book of poetry and short fiction – available on Amazon and B&N…

Anything that I’ve done in the past six months has been done perfunctorily for I am…

The monochromatic grey of sky, water, and rocky landscape lays before us (and beyond) in strict…

I can never seem to get close enough to you. Whether me inside of you or…

When I look at the two of you it is apparent (at least to me) that…

When he was younger he would have focused on the beers and the cleavage but now…

Because on Saturday night I am in bed and fall asleep alone Because on Sunday…

From my book of poetry and short fiction titled “Song’s you can’t dance to” – now…

My suicide was reported with no reason but you know the truth