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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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 »

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 »