Five Star Sunday book review: “Captivating! Must read!”

I love this review of ‘Songs You Can’t Dance To’!! — “Captivating! Must read! LOVE this. Started to read it, couldn’t put it down….and have gone back to read it again. Completely captivated. Such powerful feelings behind this writing. I feel like I am looking not Steve’s open heart and somehow invading his privacy. So…

#FridayReads: “Tie-Dyed tomorrow”

Deep in a well called yesterday your love letters to me water damaged and smelling like the year before last are attached with twigs to the mossy stone wall attempting to dry while the fairy tale’s damp blue ink separates on the pages surrounding me with a tie-dyed tomorrow absent of us for now, so…

Poetry: “A new cure”

Each day I collect couch cushion pennies Lincoln wheat copper zinc in a dented tin bucket that I stored secretly under our bed until the time came for me to need an abandoned wishing well Behind our house on welcome wooded walks path tracks bridge brook you gathered weeds and wildflowers in turn of the…

“An Umbrella For The Bomb Drop” is now on Book Club Reading List

My fourth book, and first almost entirely consisting of short fiction (as opposed to my usual poetry offerings), has been included on Book Club Reading List: “In his fourth book, “An Umbrella For The Bomb Drop”, Steven Harz offers a collection of 15 short stories that move between the emerging loves of our youths to…

A new poem: “Diner placemat love note”

Diner placemat love note   I have become a front porch Bell jar wino looking for yesterday but all I want is to be a back alley junkie freebasing glimpses of tomorrow and on each day of your absence I’ve received a morphine drip of your perceived value while fearing the dark and squinting to…

10 second love story: “Bullet proof sandwich board love note”

Bullet proof sandwich board love note Long ago and far away I discovered chiseled hieroglyphics on cave walls by torchlight that foretold the story of how we would meet Then I drew our future with chalk on your sidewalk so vividly that it was erased by your father’s hose before April showers could wash it…

10 second love story: “Misplaced heart”

Misplaced heart The morning news showed a story about a baby born with her heart on the outside and as we watched together you in your new world and me in our old one I touched the screen as it beat outside of her body and learned that doctors had to build a hole in…

“More Pennies Than Water” on sale for 99 cents until the end of March!

In his third collection of fiction and poetry, award-winning writer Steven Harz once again connects readers to stories containing emotions with which we can all connect. In “More Pennies Than Water” he covers themes of loves lost and found as well as rebirth of life and coping with death. Appearing regularly in “The Iron Writer…

My new book: “More Pennies Than Water”

Overview:  In his third collection of fiction and poetry, award-winning writer Steven Harz once again connects readers to stories containing emotions with which we can all connect. In “More Pennies Than Water” he covers themes of loves lost and found as well as rebirth of life and coping with death. Appearing regularly in ‘The Iron…

Get your free copy of “A World Of Verse”!!!

“A World of Verse” is the first collection of poetry produced by poets of the Authors’ Social Media Support Group (ASMSG). Twenty-One poets, representing dozens in the Writer’s Circle of ASMSG, pour their hearts, souls, and imaginations into over sixty poems ranging from the anguish of loneliness and the despair of loss to the joy…

10 second love story: “Seated at the right hand”

When you finally gained the strength or courage to roll back the stone that had kept me dead to you for three days or years (I’m not sure) I was missing or hiding from our love and the bandages that covered my emotional wounds were not folded neatly because they were still draped from my…

New poem: Aladdin’s Lamp

Beneath where your hair falls when wet and just above where my arms rest during morning shower hugs is a birthmark in the shape of a magic lamp that used to make you laugh but has made me thankful each day for our too-brief one thousand and one nights and beyond my arm is a…

Poem: Anno Domini

In the beginning I was a void but now you have become the light allowing me to find my missing parts (and car keys) now I want so badly to recite to you our future from memory and I know that if I lean into you and try very hard and lie a little to…

Poem: Dashboard drawing board

I do my best thinking while driving using a dashboard drawing board and rolled down window arm rest with a stolen bank ink pen attached to nothing by two remaining links of chain I write crooked words on the pages of a drug store spiral pocket notebook and just as I would clean up before…