Poem: “Franklin’s kite”

Like I suppose Columbus held while he sailed the ocean blue, I try to rediscover you with a brass compass. Like I’ve seen Gandhi wear, while nonviolently battling the Brits, I battle old photos through clear round gold frames. Like I learned da Vinci designed, in between the helicopter and scuba gear, on my wall…

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…

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…

Poem: “Paperweight”

Because on Saturday night I am in bed and fall asleep  alone   Because on Sunday morning I sit in a pew and wait for help forsaken   Because on Monday I sit at my desk and try to work isolated   Because each day I formulate love letters to you on pretty paper undelivered…

10 second love story: “Two senses”

From my book of poetry and short fiction titled “Song’s you can’t dance to” – now available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. — While you were here (and were mine) my mind was deaf and blind (or numb) and everything you said and did was silent and invisible But now that you are gone…

Poem: “Unknown battle”

My written words are in an unknown battle with your unspoken thoughts and since neither are audible or discernible to the other or to us the fight will silently rage into the darkness until we are deafened by the peace that could have been — if you liked this please check out my book of…

Poem: “Chronicle”

I am not glad that you are gone (have left) but I am thankful that while you were here I chronicled our love on my flesh but my art is not that of (clichéd) dragons and skulls or daggers (though this may be next) but of hearts and crosses and birds and Bible verses (Psalm…

Poem: “Momentary atheist”

I studied you tonight as I if were reading and re-reading the Bible in Braille but when I came to passages reviling fornication I became a momentary atheist — copyright 2012 Steven Harz — “Momentary atheist” is included in my book, “Songs you can’t dance to”

Poem: Written History

There is a box in your basement or attic (or in last week’s trash) overfilled with letters that I’d written too you and about us and these memories and poems and prayers are one half of our written history. Beneath my bed is a similar box filled with your writing and lip prints and smells…

Silent roar

My head echoing with the roar of silent flashbacks (of us) makes me wish and pray or cross my fingers (and hope to die) that I was deaf (on the inside) Or perhaps I could find that spot on my body (or yours) where the pain gets in (and out) and plug it closed with…

2 minute haiku: not

The chance for to have and to hold became she loves me she loves me not – copyright 2012 Steven Harz

Excerpt from ‘blessed’

they had to be quiet for a while and let it all soak in because as they say and silence is golden. now if he drove really fast and used the tappan zee bridge as a ramp they would be in orbit in no time and wouldn’t that be better than here and even though…

2 minute haiku: Autumn

The wind so strong it Vaulted not lifted leaves to Heaven or homeward – copyright 2012 Steven Harz

Excerpt from “Working on Mysteries”

His heart rate increased, and the sweat of his palms mixed with the condensation of the beer can that he hurriedly placed on a macramé coaster. When he stood and turned she was directly in front of him. When they inched toward each other first their thighs met, and then just above – causing her…

Excerpt from “Gold”

With leaves of the seventies crunching under boots of today he wanders through his mind considering the blessing of kids, family, friends – and her. Yesterday’s rake joined forces with today’s blower and earbuds replaced singing to himself, and the song that bridged then to now, and despair to hope, rose up as the leaves…

Excerpt from “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 reset) but…

Excerpt from, “A dent and the other half of a smile”

(This story, in its entirety, is contained in my book of poetry and short fiction titled, “Songs you can’t dance to” – available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble by searching ‘steven harz’) — He doesn’t recall how they’d actually met – Sunday school or second grade or summers at the swim club – all he remembered…

Excerpt from “swaying to the music”

hearts full and on the verge of tears they listened as the song came to its close. this was all very new and very good and like nothing he had known before and has experienced rarely since. this night no longer seems like yesterday – too much time has passed and the years have faded…