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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.

Steve

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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Strange Moment

Type: Poem

January 9, 2017 12:34 pm EST

And in a strange moment of strange choice
The world was set aright, back on her axis
And they, the newly rejoined... Read More »


Hopeful Fog

Type: Fiction

December 23, 2016 11:24 am EST

She likes dismal as I like blood. We’re the exes who became best friends, only we’ve never been together. She’s the best friend I never really knew, and that’s likewise just as true in reverse.

Driving through the fog, slowly, carefully, in a rental four-door Ford sedan, all the world is a blur. But the fog lights show just enough of the road ahead, and we continue traveling, westward, while a Brahms CD fills the... Read More »


Removal of Envy

Type: Blog Post

December 13, 2016 1:57 pm EST

Envy is a result of competitiveness. But what is the value of competing? Have I not stopped being combative, divisive, and coarse? Is there some reason inside I must win? Will it prove that I am somehow worthy?

But I am worthy! That I know, simply because I am a loved child of a loving God. Regardless what I do or do not do and regardless of whether I “win” or “lose” some... Read More »


Herding Ants

Type: Poem

October 26, 2016

Herding the ants
Wrangling the angst
Whilst moments tick away
And years are forgotten
Deep below the shallow
The clock ticks, slows, speeds
As time bends, springs, and then,
With the stunning slow motion of a soft trudge through
Dark, forbidden quicksand
Miles from civilization, near the center of nowhere
Deep in the bayou
The... Read More »