Nightmare Whispers: Book Launch

One day to go for the official Nightmare Whispers Anotologies Vols I, II, & III launch…

Here’s the link to Vol I
Here’s the link to Vol III

And come join us at the Party Room….

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

Pondering Comprehension

I’ve been listening to Amanda Palmer’s powerful song, “Drowning In Sound”, and reading her poetically brilliant lyrics, while I was scribbling some perplexing notes, and those puzzling words, later formed this poem….

Pondering Comprehension

I’m discombobulated

Listing and frustrated

All out of body sync

And my right hand’s spilling drinks

Quietly waiting for the great spirits

To observe another of my wobbly exits

The waddling penguin has seen it all before

Wondering how I found the front door

Despite my obvious lack of facilities

Confused, I ponder about the world’s disabilities

To collectively listen and comprehend

That the future depends on a cohesive blend

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

A Time Piece Named “My Space”

Here where I sit and write

Under my cosy verandah

I now have a new clock

Hanging on a roof post

A purchase from the MS shop

With a large Parisian style face

Most of my courtyard items

Are fondly given names

And in keeping with my space-craft theme

“Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space” – (Itmims)

I’ve appropriately tagged the time piece

After the ‘MS’ initials, “My Space”

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

Time Needs No Command

I bought a clock yesterday, to hang under my verandah today. Now time is close at hand, giving me notice of her demands… This poem is a repost from this Time last year.

Time Needs No Commands


The white moon has fallen late

A new daytime awaits

Rollover out of dream time

Rollover to the edge of time

Leave midnight’s caressing lullaby

And discover the blue curtain sky

It’s time to stretch and yawn

It’s time to feel the misty dawn

Stand in front of time’s open hands

Stand stoically upon time’s ancient land’s

The cloudy skies of daylight do fly

As moments of time flow swiftly by

Time moves on, needing no command

The sands of time, wait for no man

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

The Reincarnation of a Pumpkin

My poem is in response to a Halloween Prompt from Ingrid, at “Experiments In Fiction”, you can visit the Prompt and her site by clicking on this link >>

The Reincarnation of a Pumpkin

My locked bubble is about to go boom

A year I’ve been a stranger in my own tomb

Under a pumpkin lid, hiding my gloom

Where my world was a rotting cave of doom

Now these orange walls are my life-giving womb

Being reborn like a smiling old groom

I’m breaking away from the master’s dead blooms

Escaping on the green witch’s magical broom

Flying over the full moon of autumn

Where I’ll be able to wear my mask and costume

Hidden under my orange Kaftan from Khartoum

And I’ll invade the newsrooms, and all the children’s bedrooms

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

Time on the Moon With a Tea and Lime

Time on the Moon With a Tea and Lime

now and then

I see the sunrise again

sip on tea and lime

and dream for a time

where are you old friend

hiding your face until the end

and I hear a distant tick-tock

buried under weathered rock

when it’s all said and done

my words fall one by one

inking blues, line after line

and I care not the time

and sand flows drop by drop

from the timeless clock

touching her silent cocoon

on the far side of the moon

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

Nightmare Whispers Vols I, II & III

Here’s the link to Vol I
Here’s the link to Vol III

link to the collection

Available now at your favorite digital store!The Collection by Fae Corps Publishing, Andrew McDowell, Arianna Sebo, Austen Miles, BF Vega, Brittany MacDonald, Charles Kelley, Deedra Nichole, Edward Ahern, Gary Wosk, Ivor Steven, J. Benjamin Sanders Jr, Jenean McBrearty, John Grey, K. T. Seto, Lily M. Snow, Kari Leigh Sanders, Michael Guzman, Robert Beveridge, Paul O’Neill, Raz T. Slasher, Rose J Fairchild, Steven McQuiggan, Serena Mossgraves, Thomas Sturgeon Jr, Tish MacWebber, Valkyrie Howard, Vonnie Winslow Crist, Z.L. A., Lisa Poff (31 kB)

link to the collection

Promote Yourself Monday, October 26, 2020

Dear readers and followers, here’s a great opportunity for your writings to be read by other writers, and also to find and meet other writers. You are very welcome to participate, come along and visit our writer friendly site….. Visit the Go Dog Go Cafe and Promote Yourself Monday site, by clicking on below > “view original post here”

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Promote yourself Mon

Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday.  All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to post one link to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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My Blue Statice Blooms Today

Todays poem is a repost from 2 years ago, and today my gorgeous plant Blue Statice (Limonium perezii Blue) is in full bloom again. And a year ago the poem was published in a local anthology called “Writeabout- Two”

My Blue Statice Blooms Today

Love is a dirty word when I’m alone

Nervously shaking to the bone

Hearing myself rattle unseen

Anxiously sweating, feeling unclean

Awakening, my eyes slowly open

Nightmares diminish, now forgotten

The wind carries sunlight through my dawn’s clouds

My courtyard flowers, stand radiant and proud

Listening, I hear the bird’s morning calls

My gloominess gradually stalls

Sounds of music vibrate the walls

Nature’s crescendos fill my heart’s empty halls

Love is a dirty word no more

Love is within my skins every pore

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

Did You Forget Something?

In response to CalmKate’s Friday Fun Photo Prompt, “Odd One”.

Did You Forget Something

Ahh!! There he is again

On the other footpath

Trying to look


But he stands out like

Dogs balls

Awkwardly fumbling

In his pockets

Desperately searching

Red-faced from embarrassment

He’s flustered

Then he drops it

Now, everyone can see

The item he found

There on the dirty ground

His face Mask unbound

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020