Steve Robison

I love writing. Writing excites me, moves me, fulfills me. It’s my passion and my purpose.

If you love reading, I hope you’ll find something worthy here. As Ben Franklin said in Poor Richard’s Almanac:

“If you would not be forgotten
As soon as you are dead and rotten
Either write things worth reading
Or do things worth the writing.”

I write because I love writing. And I write so people might cry at my funeral.


P.S. If you love my writing, please consider buying one or more of my books, writing a review, and reaching out and letting me know. Thanks a million.

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We and I, thoughts and feelings, creating, creating, creating

Type: Blog Post

March 20, 2017 10:23 am EDT

Life is, in large part, as I think it is.

While I know this to be true, I sometimes get stuck.

I get caught up sometimes in the concept of shared reality, of “one plurality.” We are one and we are many. I affect the universe but am but one of many co-creators. Some of what I see, I have created directly, and much of what I see was created by others.

Other times I get confused because I create not only by conscious but by subconscious thoughts and feelings. (Feelings are thoughts, too, much like news and poetry both express and communicate, but at opposite ends... Read More »

Seeking Magic

Type: Blog Post

March 14, 2017 6:16 pm EDT

I have three writing modes.

1. Disciplined
2. Intentional
3. Inspired

I’m not sure those are the perfect adjectives, but they’re in the ball park. I spend most of my time in the middle, as it flows easily enough and I rarely feel the need to force myself. And when I feel I can’t write, I just start, and that feeling falls away soon enough. Once I start writing I can pretty much always write. I’ve proved that hundreds of times at free writes and the last eight weeks writing my weekly assignments which all turned out quite good.

But I don’t feel I spend a... Read More »

Impelling Magic

Type: Poem

February 27, 2017 2:08 pm EST

And in every single shining moment
The love flows through your eyes
Open, aware, searching, finding
And the light flows through your every majesty
Where glory seeks to ever play
And in each brand new moment
There you are
Forging universes
Composing goodness
Impelling magic,... Read More »

Our Only Fact

Type: Poem

February 20, 2017 11:04 am EST

No further seething ire
An end of every blight
Stoke the burning fire
As all is set aright

Abiding with it All
A choice in every way
We listened for the call
As night turned over day

The Power, endless Flow
It moves each thought and... Read More »