Review / “Swaying to the Music: Coming of age love stories”

“Swaying to the Music” recently received this review and I thought it was very interesting! By skywise on August 1, 2015   Steven Harz’s poetry collection “Swaying to the Music” reminds me a bit of an old coffee shop I used to frequent. There was always this older gentleman, I don’t think I ever learned…

Poetry / “Search”

Search I used your glove box Gulf station street map to find the busiest barroom back alley my hands and knees broken bottle bleeding and ear to cracked pavement eyes closed to concentrate on your recent rattle and fading hum determined to find the proper direction to begin my search. — copyright 2014 Steven Harz…

Poetry / “Holy water shot glass”

Holy water shot glass   Intoxicating and excruciating, a baggy Bob Marley T-shirt hanging off your shoulder when we first met I felt 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 the rules with no…

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…

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…

Backroad Love Story / “Tin boy”

Tin Boy The simultaneous gloss and tack of the Ladies’ Home Journal ran beneath his first two fingers until they came to a stop on an address label showing that it was a mid-1970s October in Connecticut.  Since it was autumn and New England, the memories are tinted orange, and in this case it’s appropriate…

My book, “More Pennies Than Water”

My book, “More Pennies Than Water” 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….

“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…

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…

My story, “She’s as sweet as”, now available for $.99!

My short story, titled “She’s as sweet as”, is now available for $.99 at Gumroad.  “She’s As Sweet As” – a short story of young love “She’s As Sweet As” is a short story of young love set inside the framework of a high school football game. The piece is meant to allow the reader…

My poem “Kingsfoil” wins the Iron Writer Challenge Summer Solstice Open

I am happy and humbled to have won the inaugural Iron Writer Challenge Summer Solstice Open.  The Iron Writer Challenge (www.theironwriter.com) give 4 writers 4 days to write a 500 word story or poem – the catch is that the writers are given 4 disparate elements that must be included.  This week’s elements were: an incubus,…

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…

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…