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Is My Horizon Unreachable?
Some moments arrive with a kind of stillness that asks you to look a little longer. Today, the sky was crossed with dark, wiry lines and the slow sweep of wings, each moment carrying its own quiet message. As I followed those shapes toward the brightening horizon, a poem began to form — unplanned, but insistent — rising out of the light which was beyond my reach. Is My Horizon Unreachable?I’m…
The Best Hangover Cure (a Haiku)
After a long night, the morning sky offered its own remedy — wings, leaves, and laughter in the air. The Best Hangover Cure (a Haiku)Birds, trees, and fresh airWhere nature will soothe my soulAnd an aching headFor days like this, even the sky knows the cure. Ivor Steven ©  June 2026
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The Sun's Winter Glow
This morning’s winter sun momentarily slipped through the clouds just long enough to set the eucalyptus leaves shimmering. The Sun’s Winter GlowMother Nature’s wryly smiling, silently proudthere above the lingering dark clouds.The waning winter sun shyly glows,and its diffused light knowshow to make the eucalyptus leaves sparkleduring the season’s arctic cycle. A stillness to sit with, as the…
The Poet's Secret Notebook
Before dawn settled, and after a sleepless night, these small doorways into a wandering mind found their way into my bedside notebook… An unexpected sign on our walk home — a cheerful echo to the morning’s wandering thoughts The Poet’s Secret Notebook Turn the poet’s pageFeel his restless rageOpen secret doorsHunger for moreRepair broken windowsLearn from nature’s crowsYour windows are not…
Throwback Friday, Full Moon Rising
In keeping with this week’s moon theme, today’s Throwback Friday poem drifts back to November 2024, when the moon seemed to whisper of endurance and flight. Drawn from Chapter 6 of Time Hears No Sound, Travel and Life: Time Flies — it traces the solitary courage of a seagull chasing horizons. Under the full moon’s watch, the journey continues — across water, memory, and time. Full Moon RisingI…
Beyond the Midday Moon
Between the moon’s low, soft glow and the sky’s slow‑moving clouds, my flight over the moon reminded me how even the quietest moments can hear the light. Please note: All attached photos were originally taken by me, and then, with Copilot’s assistance, the moon has been enlarged, and the photos subsequently sharpened and enhanced Beyond the Midday MoonThe midday moonis less than 10° above the…
“Between the Moon and Clouds”, is up Spillwords Magazine
Coffee House Writers Magazine features my new poem, “Climbing Time.”
Dog Talk
Frankie and I stopped outside The Book Bird today, and the look he gave me was enough to spark a whole conversation. I think Frankie can read the billboard and my mind Dog TalkNo, Frankie — I’m not travelling anywhere soon,so there’s no need for that doggie scowl. You know I like to stop here,to take a photo of the Book Bird sign and you, my handsome old doggie.Although… I would really love to…
Moon Talk
It’s been a week of wild weather and wilder WordPress moments, but today the moon slipped through the clouds with a smile, reminding me that even the sky resets itself. Over at Weekly Prompts. The monthly Colour Challenge is, Blue. To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> HereMoon Talk G’day everyone.After some wet, windy, wintry daysand a worrying and wearisomeWordPress app week,it was…
Haiku for Soulmates in the Museum of Modern Japanese Literature
Haiku from around the world now resting in Japan’s premier literary museum — a milestone worth celebrating. This morning brought extraordinary news from Gabriela Marie Milton of Literary Revelations Press — news worth celebrating.Learn more about Literary Revelations Press: >> https://literaryrevelations.com The Museum of Modern Japanese Literature in Tokyo has officially accepted four Literary…
Throwback Friday, The Universe Beyond My Wardrobe’s DoorsÂ
This poem was penned in May 2024 and quietly tucked away. Rediscovering it today felt like stepping back into the room where it began, so I’ve gently revised it for my Throwback Friday reflection. The Universe Beyond My Wardrobe’s Doors (Revised)    I live in a small, compact villa. My abode is comfortable and cozy. The bedroom doubles up  as my writer’s studio and library.    The wardrobe’s…
Shangri La, Volume 20, Life's Missing Teacher
FREE PDF COPY >>> Links Below Hello, dear readers and followers. As you may know, I stopped producing my “Tullawalla Booklets” at #31 because that was the house number of our family’s Tullawalla Homestead.Yet the booklet format is a superb way for me to catalogue the vast number of poems I produce, and as the saying goes, “I Am Turning Another Page”. Here I have begun a new series of poem…
The Forest, a Fantasy Land
The Little Cloud Studio window display at the Creative Geelong Makers Hub stirred a memory of Emily Dickinson’s quiet devotion to nature — this piece is my own small letter back to the world, written from a forest of imagination. “This is my letter to the WorldThat never wrote to Me —The simple News that Nature told —With tender Majesty, Her Message is committedTo Hands I cannot see —For love of…
Monday, June 1st 2026
After weeks of mild, forgiving autumn days, winter arrived this morning without ceremony — a cool breath through the trees, a dimming of the sun, and the first hint of rain settling over the café windows. So there we were, winter at our shoulders and coffee in hand, watching the day change And for Sadje’s,What do you see # 343- June 1, 2026>> What do you see # 343- June 1, 2026 – Keep it…
Between the Moon and Clouds
Twilight gathered around me, the moon above and the land below — and this mural, a reminder of the ancient, living connection our First Nations people hold with Country. Between the Moon and CloudsThey say the world is changing,but the moon cannot stop frowning,while nature is unerringly hurting, beneath our fettered feet.Between the worried moonand the settling clouds,I perceive a loud rumbling…
Stamped and Dispatched
Gigi, wrote these words“all of those thingsdivide usseparate usthey are labelsand we are not merchandise”Below, is my poetic reply Gigi >> This is what is done to all of us… | Rethinking LifeStamped and Dispatchedonce upon a timea poet without rhymelooked up from the waiting line —the sky whispered its warning:you were never meant to wear a label,nor born to be one‑of‑a‑kind Ivor Steven  ©  May…