https://steveschildpoetry.com/published-works daily 0.75 2019-01-13 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/596bdb91a5790afceca82caa/1546531226795-7PT6H5KYQP0GZ5CTV2LT/Schild%252BCrystal%252BValley%252BCover.jpg Published Works - Gone Away from Crystal Valley This self-published collection (2010) introduces itself thusly: These poems are dedicated to and in various ways connected to Crystal Valley, which is, its name notwithstanding, no metaphor but a very real place, just east of Houston, Minn., off Highway 16. Herein lies one man's memory of some of what that place once was. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/596bdb91a5790afceca82caa/1546530673497-QEDNFD39OBLTV7J43J88/A-Definitive+Eros+CoverSilver+Medal+Front+Small+.jpg Published Works - Eros in Autumn Silver medalist in the 2014 Midwest Independent Publishers Association poetry competition. Haiku and other (mostly) short poems primarily "about," among other things, the persistence of desire. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/596bdb91a5790afceca82caa/1546530634388-GDIDR68NVPKY5HKGI2EE/These+Humans+SF+Draft+1+Small.jpg Published Works - These Humans This new collection is a Minnesota Book Award nominee. Its 75 poems are about us, us and our many facets. https://steveschildpoetry.com/about daily 0.75 2025-08-17 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/596bdb91a5790afceca82caa/1546535615392-6IP7DJPLVA8N8C4J0Q4W/IMG_Steve+Glass+fixed+copy.jpg About https://steveschildpoetry.com/home-1 daily 1.0 2025-08-17 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/596bdb91a5790afceca82caa/3fdac338-2c6f-4d63-95dd-af1bdaf3b328/InvocationCoverforWebsite.png Home - invocation If we would take the knives that every day cut us And turn them into sculptors’ tools or healers’ hands Rather than excuses or weapons or reasons to give up On ourselves and everything else, Then maybe we, too, would find ourselves smiling wide-eyed as he did in the gallery, taking it all in and talking to strangers, and then, just like this motherless boy, we, too, could shine brown-eyed handsome, rhapsodic about spring sliding like velvet into summer … I Barely Knew Him (for D.H.) https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/596bdb91a5790afceca82caa/1547147794577-HCZJS185EPOTVQ1LHJPT/poetrypagecovershot.JPG Home