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…

Poetry / “A new cure”

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…

Poetry / “Wait”

Wait   I am willing to wait for your reappearance what choice do I have but to be patient and prepare for you to walk back Rather than lying under dark clouds I will string holiday lights from backyard trees in the shapes of Orion and dippers while I wait for you to bring clear…

Poetry / “Chronicle”

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…

Poetry / “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 find your fading light At…

Poetry / “Abandoned funhouse mirror maze”

Abandoned funhouse mirror maze I’d been in need of something sturdy to stand next to because your kiss was so violent that it bruised and had purpose but that was before now and after then and I know why you had to leave Now I have empty buckets filled with blank letters that I’ve wanted…

#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…

Friday Poetry: “Cereal box decoder ring”

Your pink pillow now missing had been inside an invisible box with a Crayola note on the back of a love letter treasure map saying something about ‘in case of emergency’ So I go to my drawer and find my cereal box secret decoder ring to decode your internal scars And for external scars I…

Poetry / “Kingsfoil”

Kingsfoil You sing me morning dove lullabies on a Kingsfoil night after spending the day with my hand in your back pocket watching your Ferris Wheel halo and cotton candy smile and thinking that our love is as fragile as a shopping center carnival goldfish or as angry as a South Pacific coconut land crab…

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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…