Nominated for Spillwords Author Of The Month April



AUTHOR OF THE MONTH


Only One Day Of Voting to Go!

Dear Readers and Followers,

I am thrilled to announce my nomination for Spillwords Author of the Month! This is an immense honour, and I am truly humbled, both by the support I have received from the Spillwords Editorial Team over the years, and of course from everyone who reads and shows appreciation for my words.

All of the writers nominated are hugely talented, and I offer my congratulations to every one of them on their nominations!

If you wish to show your support by voting, you can visit this Spillwords Link >>https://spillwords.com/vote/  

THE NOMINEES ARE:

Ash Douglas
Emma Wells
Ian Fletcher
Ivor Steven
RC Larlham
Ximena Escobar
Lindsay Soberano Wilson




Why Do We Write? (a Quote)


“The world caresses our eyes 
every day until we die. 
We write to arouse idle minds 
and soothe hearts with our soulful finds” … Ivor Steven, Oct 2023.





Ivor …
a Leonard Cohen song for the occasion






Ivor Steven (c) April 2024

“My Darkest Ocean”, is up Spillwords Magazine

I am ecstatic that my poem “My Darkest Ocean”, has been accepted and published in Spillwords Magazine today, and I am very grateful to the editor, Dagmara for selecting my piece … Please go over and visit my poem at Spillwords, and if you wish, leave a “💗” for my article, by clicking on this link >> https://spillwords.com/my-darkest-ocean/

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Ivor Steven (c) April 2024

“A Poet’s Grotto”, is up at Spillwords Magazine

I am ecstatic that my poem “A Poet’s Grotto”, has been accepted and published in Spillwords Magazine today, and I am very grateful to the editor, Dagmara for selecting my piece … Please go over and visit my poem at Spillwords and if you wish, leave a “💖” for my article, by clicking on this link >> A Poet’s grotto, poetry by Ivor Steven at Spillwords.com

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A Poet’s Grotto

My writer’s studio, is the littered part of my bedroom
A paper tiger’s haven, has become a messy grotto
I am ruefully feeling muddled and befuddled
Pieces of paper and cardboard kites
Scatter the atmosphere like withered autumn leaves
Falling upon my untidy and cluttered archives

Scribbled words are yet to be decoded
Foolscap pages overwritten and eroded
Undefined and unlisted
Out of focus and twisted
Upside down and inside out
Uncategorised and full of self-doubt
My desk, once a dreamy picture postcard
Looks like a moonscape’s junkyard

My poetic writing quill has been the mythological ruler
Showing no regard for my bedroom’s demeanour
I am sleeping covered in my hurdy gurdy verses
It is time to cull the pretentious cosmic curses
Free myself of all unpublished jabberwocky
And let my imagination create a new poetic hard copy










Ivor Steven (c) January 2024