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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Quiet Calling

Type: Poem

May 7, 2017 10:15 am EDT

I weep for you, my precious child,
To see you in such pain;
My angels play their songs for you,
To heal in sweet refrain.

With every newfound sorrow,
You pluck up from the way,
I loose a shining, drenching tear
Unto the rainy day.

I beg you hear my calling,
And not delay your stand;
Your place among me waits,
An heir... Read More »


Type: Poem

April 17, 2017 11:45 am EDT

Silver-grey strands
Silky heavens woven through
A vixen in lambs’ wool
Happy to be lost
In the glassy reflections
Of your bright new eyes

Lost in each step
One foot fallen in line
Behind the other
One step
One day
One ancient gaze

Now,... Read More »

Raging Thrill

Type: Poem

March 31, 2017 11:18 am EDT

A toe in the raging waters
Feeling the sucking chill
Icy cold awakenings
Dive into the thrill

Frenetic waters rage
Pulled toward the valley dim
Wracked and rocked and thrown
As the speed of life grows thin

A river of tenuous trust
Through jarring and... Read More »

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 »