New book available now

coverMy new book Pancreatic Care Package is now available to purchase from West Vine Press. Go here to read a preview of the poetry collection, or go here to purchase directly.

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Back cover reveal

My new poetry book Pancreatic Care Package is set to release Tuesday, Sept. 18, from West Vine Press.

From back of the book: Within this collection from Colorado native Steve Shultz, you’ll find poems about lost time, sickness, shadowy figures, demons and dreams. Poems about starting over. Poems about simply existing. Poems about self-doubt. Poems about a girl. Poems about the necessity of poetry. Just poems.

ABOUT POET: Steve Shultz read a lot of Hunter S. Thompson in college, which inspired him to declare a major in print journalism. He had some great times as a designer and reporter at some of Colorado’s major newspapers, and had some fun times going to free concerts in exchange for reviews. The decline of print journalism led him to pursue a lengthy vacation in the name of finding his “next chapter,” and somehow, he ended up as a mailman. Writing has been there all along the way.

West Vine Press Sampler #6

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Cover image courtesy of Andrew H. Kuharevicz

It’s been quiet around here lately, but I am excited to announce some news: On Sept. 11, West Vine Press will publish my latest poetry book, titled Pancreatic Care Package. In the meantime, folks can get a preview of my book right now by purchasing WVP’s sampler. The paperback features poetry and prose from a variety of West Vine Press writers. Purchase here.

Half Moon

I never want
to escape dreams
in which I’m flying

why then do I wake
before I crash

I never want
to wake from dreams
in which I’m dying

why then that I live
to repeat sleep

it’s daytime
sun is shining
the moon is out

a half thumbnail
in the cloudless
blue sky

crow is cawing
skin is burning
skin is crawling

half moon is
a broken thumbnail
chipped from hard day’s wake

Not That Boy

I don’t know who I am

I am not that boy

throwing rocks
breaking eggs
casting stones
breaking glass

I am not that boy

with four eyes
fifth-grade disease
missing class
pissing pants

I don’t know who I am
or I simply forgot
or I never even knew
to begin with

what do I know
I don’t know shit

I forgot the face which
I mirror

I broke it
the mirror

just to see how far
the shards would go

I broke it
the mirror

complicated I am

I cracked it
the mirror

how flawed I am

I am not that boy

I am not that man

Malware

Off-kilter
unbalanced
I feel off-center

maladroit
malcontent
I feel maligned

sleep would be
the only way
to reset my mood

I can’t lie still
my world is spinning
away, out of control

out of sequence
unleashed
I feel out of sync

sardonic
insatiable
unable to say no

a slap in the face
would be a great way
to end this day

I can’t sit still
my head is spinning
away, I can’t hold on