I Feel The Sky, (is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine)

Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “I Feel The Sky”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine.  … please click on the link below and visit my poem at Coffee House Writers … and let me know what you think of my poem, and I would appreciate your support over at my new venture as a writer on CHW…
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/i-feel-the-sky/

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I Feel The Sky
“Ivor takes us beyond quarantine and refreshes our eyes to the world around us.”

I Feel the Sky

I am creating a verse from beyond my cage

Here, surrounded by the essence of a new age

Spring blossom floating on a sea of loose pages

Soaring on the wings of yesterday’s paper darts

I was finding words in unusual places

On dirty microwave plates

Under shaggy-pile carpets

Between last night’s lonely sheets

And walking down empty streets

Inside the Box Office Cafe, I sit

Observing the world below my feet

An old wooden floor of weathered planks

And table bases made from engine cranks

On the open verandah I can feel the sky

And I write on the blank skyline

About today’s invisible freedom, before my ink runs dry

Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Home is the Air I Breathe,

Published at Free Verse Revolution Magazine, Issue III, ‘hestia’

Again, many thanks to the editor Kristiana for accepting my poems, and for all her hard work in producing this beautiful anthology. The publication features the work of many talented poets, and I can’t wait to read my copy!
Issue III: hestia (hearth & home) is now available to download!

The digital download is completely free but if you wish to donate/pay as you feel, you can do so through the Donate tab.

Issue III: hestia (hearth & home) explores what home means to us all through poetry, prose, photography & artwork. Contributors reveal how it feels to belong, how we are defined by people and places and how Hestia’s legacy lives on.

Below, Home is the Air I Breathe, is the 2nd of my two contributions to this fabulous magazine

Home Is the Air I Breathe

welcome to our home

the house of rustic timber and stone

home is where my heart is now

and now I live here alone

but I am comfortable

wearing the same old shoes

walking her every mile

she’s in every corner stone

she’s in the marrow of my bones

we share the air I breathe

inhaling her gracious spirit

capturing her living essence

absorbing her love into my blood

pumping through my empty veins

cascading upon my open heart

caressing my solitary core

embracing our souls as one

Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021

‘Between the Lines’, Published at Free Verse Revolution Magazine, Issue III, ‘hestia’

Many thanks to editor Kristiana for accepting my poem, and for all her hard work in producing this beautiful publication. The publication features the work of many talented poets, and I can’t wait to read my copy!

Issue III: hestia (hearth & home) is now available to download!

The digital download is completely free but if you wish to donate/pay as you feel, you can do so through the Donate tab.

Issue III: hestia (hearth & home) explores what home means to us all through poetry, prose, photography & artwork. Contributors reveal how it feels to belong, how we are defined by people and places and how Hestia’s legacy lives on.

Below, Between The Lines is one of my two contributions to this fabulous magazine

Between the Lines

Do you see, a man walking on water?

Did you see, the refugees bleeding?

Do you read, the missing scriptures?

Did you read, your own family tree?

Do you hear, old angels singing?

Did you hear, the songbirds crying?

Do you feel, the erased eons calling?

Did you feel, the hard rains falling?

Do you know, who is doing the lying?

Did you know, the earth is dying?

List of Contributors: Ken Anderson, Jaya Avendel, Jude Ballard, Enrico Barigazzi, Corrina Board, Constance Bourg, Karan Chambers, Emma Conally-Barklem, Rachel Dickens, Caitlan Docherty, Brianna Flood, Karen E. Fraser, Devereaux Frazier, Rebecca Green, Morgan Hayes, Kevin Hüttenmüller, Laura Jameson, Nameera Anjum Khan, Lamarriv, Richard LeDue, Barbara Leonhard, Lorraine Lewis, Liyona, Dee Li, Charles T. Low, Sarah Beck Mather, Marisela Brazfield, Jennifer McLamb, Emily Mew, Gabriela Marie Milton, Ellie Morfou, Soph Murray, Vanessa Napolitano, Jonathan O’Farrell, Lisa Perkins, T. S. Priest, Victoria Punch, Sunra Rainz, Kristiana Reed, Poppy Revell, Rebecca Rijsdijk, Faye Alexandra Rose, Jasleen Saini, Lara Simpson, Sebastian Nguyet Snow, Ivor Steven, Diana Story, Greta Unetich, Aleksandra Vujisic, Lynn White, Robin Williams, Ingrid Wilson, Howard Young & Lori Zybala.

Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021

Cascading Snowflakes, up at the “Autumn Edition” of Red Wolf Journal

A big thank you to Editor Irene Toh for including my poems Cascading Snowflakes and Time Strolls, they were up yesterday, among some great poems by many wonderful writers, in Issue 19 of Red Wolf Journal, an anthologized PDF selection of pieces addressing a “My Dream Of You” theme. 

Cascading Snowflakes and Time Strolls were originally published at RWJ earlier in the year, in their almost-daily journal, surrounded by many other fine works,  so I’m thrilled and very honored to have been selected for the anthology.

And today I shall present “Cascading Snowflakes”

Red Wolf Journal
Issue 19 – Fall 2021
My Dream OYou

Red Wolf Journal

Cascading Snowflakes
by Ivor Steven

A morning blizzard of hailstones
Smothers my old frozen bones
Polarized, I am shivering head to spine
Chilling my chasms of hard lines

Daily coldness unwrapping
Mid-morning thawing, eventually happening
Melting, my eternal iceberg breaks
Into an avalanche of cascading snowflakes

Covering me in a white blanket of crystal firestones
Gradually warming my lonesome bones
Turning my purple blood into glowing red
Clearing heavy fogginess from my head

Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021

Dragons and Faeries

Featured Image Above: From Sadje’s Photo Prompt #94 . And my poem below “Dragons and Faeries”, from my Book “Tullawalla”, is in response to Sadje‘s What do You See #94 photo prompt.

If you wish to purchase a copy of my book “Tullawalla”, the links below will help ..

Tullawalla by Ivor Steven, Kerri Costello, Paperback | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)

And also Available at Amazon (Paperback), especially for those living in Australia, with an Amazon.au account, postage is at local rates rates ..

Tullawalla : Steven, Ivor, Harris, patricia, Costello, Kerri: Amazon.com.au: Books

Dragons and Faeries

My dragon flew me to New York

His scaly tail was singed

By the stoic statue’s torch

As we were landing upon Central Park

And in the city’s mystical forest I stood

Amongst strawberry fields and woods

Atop the plaque of my dreams

I imagined, how life should’ve been

My naked soul, a vision unseen

I have a dream, like John’s world

Togetherness, love pristine

The apple uneaten

And the snake shyly beaten

I see peace, within evil’s tiredness

Burnt-out flames, of the devil’s nakedness

Leaving us life’s leftover ashes

Then the peace dove shall arise from the ruins

And the lost faeries, will return as humans

Ivor Steven (c) August 2021

My poem, Horses for Courses, is up at ‘Spillwords”

Please visit my poem at ‘Spillwords’, via this link >
https://spillwords.com/horses-for-courses/ , and give me a ❤ ..


written by: Ivor Steven


there is something about the freedom of horses
beyond green pastures and steeple courses

there is something about the purity of life’s sources
from the snowy mountains down the river courses

there is something about the madness of wartime choices
beyond bloodstained lands of the killing forces

there is something about death’s silent voices
riding in wooden coffins down the hearses brief courses

Ivor Steven

Ivor Steven

Ivor Steven was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, and has been writing poetry for 19 years. His book “Tullawalla” was recently published. He has had numerous poems published in anthologies, and on-line magazines. He is an active member of the Geelong Writers Inc.(Australia), and is a team member/barista with the on-line magazine “Go Dog Go Cafe” (America)

Fae Corps Party Room, Interview with Ivor

Today I had a live interview with Kat from Fae Corps Publishing to help promote my new book “Tullawalla”. The show was mostly a Question & Answer interview, and me reading a couple of poems. Below I have attached the video Link for you to click onto … I hope you enjoy the show 😄🌏

Ivor Steven (c) March 2021

“Who Hears Me”

I am thrilled to announce the publication of my poem ‘Who Hears Me’ at Spillwords Press today, and would like to thank the team at Spillwords for their continued support of my poems. Please go and visit their fabulous magazine, by clicking on this link >> https://spillwords.com/who-hears-me/ and maybe click-on the like button 🤍 for me.


My ears are funnels
But I do not want to hear
The voices

My lips do part
But I do not speak
The words

My knees do bend
But I cannot sit
While I can still stand

My eyes are open
But I do not want to see
My shadow falling

Ivor Steven (c) March 2021

EIF Childhood Poetry Challenge: The Results!

Congratulations, Ivor! https://experimentsinfiction.com/2020/12/23/eif-childhood-poetry-challenge-the-results/

The results are in! Judge Nick Reeves, had a hard job arriving at his decision. But decide he did, and so I hand over to Nick to bring you the results of the final EIF Poetry Challenge of 2020:
Season’s greetings one and all! It has been an honour (and a challenge!) to be able to judge the 12th EIF Poetry Challenge of 2020. The subject being The Poetry of Childhood. The response has been so overwhelming that picking an overall 1st, 2nd and 3rd place from all of the poems struck me (as the week progressed and my inbox buckled) as an impossible task!
The young poets, of whom there were many, who deserve a special mention are as follows…

Rollercoasters‘ by Benji, 8 years old

Around the loop the loop…

Rollercoasters go so fast.
Around the loop the loop around you go
very fast yes very fast.
And you go so high like a bird in the sky.
Yes yes yes you’re the best fun ride of all!

Rollercoasters is a wonderfully visual, frenetic piece of work that can barely contain its joy and excitement! It sparks with a surprisingly bright energy for such a compact poem. What draws the eye immediately is the skilful wordplay and movement of the second line – Around the loop/the loop around. This skilful play is continued in the 3rd line where the affirmative ‘yes’ is balanced at the centre of the blurring and repeated ‘very fast’! Quite dizzying!

‘Sprinkle and Twinkle’ by Mason, 8 years old

Santa’s almost ready…

Sprinkle and Twinkle
Glitter and Gold
On Christmas Eve
I’m not going to get cold.
On Christmas day
I’m going to rush down
So lively and quick
Hoping for presents from St. Nick.

Such immediacy again! I have particularly enjoyed the entries from our younger writers this challenge. Sprinkle and Twinkle is a visual poem of place and sensation. It also captures, quite brilliantly, the notion of the passage of time – in itself a very tricky concept to write about.  It is a piece that balances the excitement and anticipation of Christmas Eve/ Christmas Day at home. The youthfulness shines through in almost every line and the reader cannot help but be drawn into the excitement

‘I’m going to rush down
So lively and quick’

I adore the hope evoked in this lovely little poem. Congratulations! Do keep writing! And I hope that Saint Nick delivers!

Christmas is in the air‘ (Winter Wonders: Joy)’ by Rishika, 13 years old

The fire burns with a bright light
In the darkest of nights, the stars shine
I open my heart, unveil it with care
Everything falls into place, layer by layer
Christmas is in the air!
I realize, being happy is not too hard
As a feeling of joy tingles my heart.

My favorite thing about Christmas?
The joy, the vibe, the sense of being alive
A merry cheer from someone near
A smile from the homeless man sitting by the canal
Looking at me with sparkling eyes
Are just enough to make my heart smile.

The way my family gets together
Making pacts, sticking by one another forever
Inhaling the aroma of freshly brewed love
Experiencing the warmth of humanity, it holds my heart like a glove.
Protecting me from the harsh world,
Keeping me safe when I feel lost and alone.

Give without sparing, love without hating
Hug without withholding, dance without over-thinking
Open your heart, fill it with love
There’s darkness, but you are the light that can shine like the sun.

©Rishika Jain 2020. All rights reserved.

The third piece of work in the young poets section that deserves a special credit is Christmas is in the air (Winter Wonders : Joy). It is surprising and a delight. Immediately, the reader senses the rapid advance of the years (though there is only 5 years difference between this and the earlier selected winning poems). Here we find a young poet pushing against the boundaries of childhood into a mature and thoughtful arena: and triumphs! It is a longer form free-verse piece that succeeds in addressing both childlike and adult qualities. Indeed, there is something old and wise (Dickensian?) in the opening lines that set the scene wonderfully –

The streets are quiet, the weather is cold
There’s a tale in my heart, waiting to be told.
The fire burns with a bright light

There is a maturity tempered with youthfulness at work/play here in lines such as –

‘The joy, the vibe, the sense of being alive’

and –

‘Hug without withholding, dance without over-thinking’

that I find to be very telling of a young mind discovering its poetic skills: the subtle wordplay, the extended metaphors (‘I open my heart, unveil it with care/Everything falls into place, layer by layer’) and the awareness of those less fortunate. This is an excellent piece of work and I hope to see more from this poet – as I hope to from the writers of Rollercoasters and Sprinkle and Twinkle and, indeed, everyone of our young writers who took up this EIF challenge! Many, many thanks and please, keep writing!


The ‘adult’ section again brought its own difficulties and I realised that my decisions could only be subjective. Bearing this in mind here are my favourite entries…

3rd Place: ‘The Old Child In Me‘ by Ivor Steven

Ho Ho, there is a child in me
splashing in the cool summer sea
dreaming of distant alpine trees
fluttering like a pretty butterfly in the breeze
laughing under moss covered circus marquees
and there is that day I sat on Santa’s knee
asking for my red-head to be set free
wishing her a life of peace and tranquility

2nd Place: ‘Incomplete memories of childhood’ by Valdis Stakle

Lost memories of my early childhood
Are far now from being too clear
Wanderings as though through a wild wood
blinking back many a tear

Then waking up soon with the sunrise
A morning so brave and so bold
I gazed slowly upon those bright skies
And watched as the day did unfold

I remember some scrapes in the back yard
Wild flowers beside a brick wall
I fell on some stones they were too hard
I picked myself up from my fall

i remember a dog that scared me
Almost it seemed near to death
I stared and felt helpless and lonely
I struggled with shortness of breath

I screamed and I cried
But the dog didn’t bite
Then I ran back inside
And shivered with fright

That’s all that I fear I have left
Of the first few years of my life
Alone now and feeling bereft
Of a time filled with joy and with strife

The streets are quiet, the weather is cold
There’s a tale in my heart, waiting to be told.

1st Place: Children Singing in Latin by Elizabeth Gauffreau

When was the last time
You heard children
Singing in Latin,

Every note clear and sweet,
Every vowel in its proper place,

Your gaze transfixed
By the unwavering flame
Of brass-tipped beeswax?

If you ever again
Hear children
Singing in Latin,

Will you dare
Turn around
To see their faces?

What chimed with this piece is the sense of ‘looking back’ and so, ‘returning’ to childhood. It is a skilful and considered poem that evokes the past (Latin!), tradition (the service) without being melancholy. I admire the stillness and the final dare. Bravo!

Wishing you all a magical Christmas!

Once again, many thanks to everyone who got involved. And much love to Ingrid from Experiments In Fiction for her extraordinary effort this year!

Much love from Reeves Towers!

Ivor Steven (c) December 2020