#PoetryWednesday – “Aladdin’s lamp”

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…

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…

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…

Love poem: Yo-yo love

As you know ours is a yo-yo love we are up and down and in an out Imperial and Butterfly rotational energy held together by thin twisted twine we are equal parts Walk-the-dog and Loop-the-Loop but now I am made to Sleep and before I awake am sent Around-the-World over hill and dale meadow and…

Book trailer for “Blessed”

Book trailer for “Blessed” Book trailer for “Blessed” “Blessed” is from my book of poetry and short fiction titled “Songs you can’t dance to” (Now available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble)

Video presentation of “Bryant Park 4/10/09”

“Bryant Park 4/10/09” from the book of poetry and short fiction by Steven Harz titled “Songs you can’t dance to” – available at Amazon and Barnes & Noble by searching ‘steven harz’

Backroad Love Story: “Charting a path”

Each night I press my ear to your empty pillow as if it were a seashell, conch or nautilus and while your voice used to echo each night that we were forever and anchored and true your pillow now only provides me with the deafening silence of distant waves from a now vacant shore where…

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…