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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No Pixie Dust

Type: Fiction

February 12, 2017 11:38 am EST

“There’s no magic,” he said, with spewing vitriol. “Why do you insist on this silliness?”

“It’s not silly. And you’d know that if you let your guard down.”

“I tried that. Over and over. I was raised in the fucking church and I’ve got the T-shirt. Maybe it works for some people. But not for me.”

“I’m sorry you feel—”

“I don’t want your fucking pity, Sarah. And I don’t want your advice.”

“So there’s nothing left to say…”

“Nothing at all. I need someone who’s grounded in reality, not some Pollyanna. Your pixie dust won’t buy groceries. Or pay the back taxes.”

“Is that what this is about? Money?”

“No. It’s about reality. It’s about living in the real world. It’s about having the courage to stand... Read More »

Colliding Stars

Type: Poem

February 6, 2017 4:07 pm EST

Under the shattered glass,
Shimmering in the midnight moon—
Under the last vestige,
Of holy sanity—
A new truth slowly pulsates,
And all is brought to kaleidoscopic grandeur,
In the pixie dust you scattered,
After the final fall,
With the dawning of grace’s wondrous failure.

There, where salvation renews,
All pretense melts,
In the miracle,
Of an ancient... Read More »

A Wish

Type: Poem

February 4, 2017 1:26 pm EST

I wish…

For you to know your value, your worth, the
Depths and heights
Of love there is flowing
Through you, focused on you, waiting
For you.

I wish…

For you to look into the clean mirror and gaze deep
Into your eyes, and see
What I see, as you reflect me and I reflect you and the
Cosmic mirrors of
Fractal grace
Show us the way.

I wish…

That you would taste the fullness of the glory
In the light of your swollen scent
That you would feel the... Read More »

A Stillness

Type: Poem

February 4, 2017

There’s a stillness
Frogs possess, and practice, as
They sit in perfect silence, motionless—
Waiting, waiting, waiting,
Perhaps willing, luring
Telepathically, the next meal:
A bug, an insect, a crawling thing, a
Flying thing, a skating thing.
For eons, evolution has endowed them,
Perfected and honed,
This simple and innate ability
Which eludes most all... Read More »