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Just ‘Cause You’re Breathing Doesn’t Mean You’re Alive

Just ‘cause you’re breathing, Doesn’t mean you’re alive, Just ‘cause you’re clever, Doesn’t mean that you’re wise, Just ‘cause you’ve faith, Doesn’t mean that you’re kind, Because you can see, Doesn’t mean you’re not blind. Just ‘cause you’re loving, Doesn’t mean you know love, And by sitting in church, You don’t speak for Above, Just ‘cause you’re hurting, Doesn’t make you unique, And because you … Continue reading Just ‘Cause You’re Breathing Doesn’t Mean You’re Alive

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Me and Buzz and Drivin’

When Buzz was about ten years old, he stole my Daddy’s car. One minute he was askin’ me where the keys were hangin’ and the next, he’s starting the engine up. If my name ain’t Jay then call me a liar ‘cause I swear that he just started her up and took off. He didn’t look back. I ran after him and just as he … Continue reading Me and Buzz and Drivin’

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Seventy Times Around The Sun

“Nothing is stranger or more ticklish than a relationship between people who know each other only by sight, who meet and observe each other daily – no hourly – and are nevertheless compelled to keep up the pose of an indifferent stranger, neither greeting nor addressing each other, whether out of etiquette or their own whim.” ― Thomas Mann He always left work at exactly … Continue reading Seventy Times Around The Sun

Learn To Climb Trees

Learn to climb trees, And live with skinned knees, Learn to jump gaps and laugh, Learn to handstand, Play a tune, join a band, Learn to tap dance in the bath. Learn to be foolish, And live without care, Learn to sing songs and cry, Learn your name in Swahili, And learn to climb trees, And never stop asking ‘why?’. bobby stevenson 2018 Save Continue reading Learn To Climb Trees

100 Words to Freedom

I think I walked the length of the street with a great huge grin on my face. I wasn’t sure if I looked like a ‘shoot-the-president’ type of crazy, but then again I wasn’t caring and I mean that, I really wasn’t caring. When you realise that you don’t have to waste time with people who don’t matter in your life, then you live. All … Continue reading 100 Words to Freedom

The Promise

When you fall, I will catch you, When you call, I will be there, When you stumble, I will lift you, When you’re drowning, give you air, When you hurt then I will hold you, When you break, I’ll make you whole, When you’re down, I’ll make you smile, When you’re lost I’ll be your goal, When you’re weak, I’ll make the world turn, When … Continue reading The Promise

Me and Buzz and Lyin’

There was a time back then, a long time after Buzz’s pappy had left for somewhere down south, that Buzz took to lyin’ to make himself feel better. Well maybe not lyin’ exactly, more exaggeratin’ usin’ stories that weren’t the whole truth and nothin’ but the truth. I mean I knew his pappy was long gone but I heard Buzz tellin’ the new teacher – … Continue reading Me and Buzz and Lyin’

The Last Human

We are only memories. I have memories as a kid, at least I think I do. About being with my mother when I was about four or five years of age, and we were crossing a bridge over a rail track. It was a winter sun and the air was as fresh as daisies. I could hear the ‘fut-fut-fut’ of the approaching steam train, whistling … Continue reading The Last Human

Teatime At The Empire Cafe

December 1955 Even although she pulled her coat in as tight as she could, the snow and sleet coming off the Channel still managed to make her shiver. She’d stop in at the Empire Café for a reviving cup of tea she had decided. It’s not as if Mother was in any danger; at least she could wait another fifteen minutes for her prescription medicines. … Continue reading Teatime At The Empire Cafe

The Street With No Name

She lived on a street with no name; the street that is, not her. She was called Conchita and she had spent all her life on the no-name street. When she was young, her mother took her to a fair and there they met a fortune-teller who said that Conchita would never know real happiness. Her mother crossed the woman’s palm with a silver coin … Continue reading The Street With No Name

The Cloud Climber

Stan had a brilliant job, one that many people would have given their back teeth to have. People were always telling him – “that’s the kind of job I’d like to have Stan.” Stan would just smile and move on. Ever since he was a kid, Stan had always wanted to be a cloud-climber. “That’s pie in the sky,” folks would say. “Your head’s in … Continue reading The Cloud Climber

Someone Else’s Perfect

Don’t waste your breath, Being someone else’s perfect, Don’t struggle or crawl across Someone else’s winning line, Make it your own race, Win or lose, the rules are yours, Please, please, don’t waste your life Being someone else’s perfect, Breathe in deep, let go and be free.   bobby stevenson 2016 Save Save Save Continue reading Someone Else’s Perfect


Everyone knows where Goodlands is. It’s not too far from where you’ve been and not too close to where you’re going. It’s the kinda place where you find what you’re looking for, one way or another. And so it was on that Saturday, “Jalopy Saturday” as the Sheriff called it. “Always frightening those damned horses, what with all their tooting, and smoking and noise of … Continue reading Goodlands

The Last Cowboy (the start)

His spring and summer were now only dust on the bonfires of life, and as he looked out at the horizon, he knew more and more that it would no longer stretch on forever. He had been young and vital once, and his dreams would have powered a city, but the lamps had dulled, and the curtains were drawn and it was going to be … Continue reading The Last Cowboy (the start)

Me and Buzz and Skinny Dippin’

What can you say about your bestest pal in this whole wide world, when he gets arrested for being nake-it in the middle of town? ‘Not much’, is what the judge said. “You were standing there, in front of the preacher and his good wife, nake-it as the day you were born. What have you got to say for yourself?” Buzz was thinking that because … Continue reading Me and Buzz and Skinny Dippin’

Be Happy, Pal

Be happy, pal, Don’t just Smile for others The years are eaten up that way, And the emptiness will lie beyond When those you smile to Go away.   I know you’re young And won’t have time To understand what I have to say  – Just don’t Sell your soul For the sake of others Accept yourself in every way.   bobby stevenson 2016 wee … Continue reading Be Happy, Pal

This Year’s Love

This year some people will leave your life And new ones will enter This year some dreams will vanish And others, not thought of, will come out of the sun This year you’ll make mistakes And you’ll survive them all This year you’ll win some things and you’ll lose some things This year some friends will fail to understand And some will grow to love … Continue reading This Year’s Love

Strange Freedoms

TOMMY Tommy lived in a town where you had to be one thing or another. That was the way it was, that was the way it had probably always been. There was no room for neutrals, no room at all. The folks who lived on the north side of the street gave their allegiances to the blue team and those on the south gave theirs … Continue reading Strange Freedoms

THING and His Teacher

Her name was Elizabeth Browning, yep, just like the poet lady and to everyone at Thing’s school, she had been known as Mrs Honey. Where that name came from no one was sure, but she did make everyone feel good and warm (just like honey). There is probably a teacher like that in most peoples’ lives; someone who comes along once in the whole schooling … Continue reading THING and His Teacher

Brighter Days

The smell of the coffee lured her in and so she sat blowing on the steam from her cup. The war had only been over a handful of weeks but already she felt that things were better. Bravely, she took a sip and looked out over the Boardwalk knowing that what lay ahead were brighter days. ———— He was going to hitch all the way … Continue reading Brighter Days

The Man on the Third Floor

You can make of this story what you want. You can throw it in the fire and see if I care. All I want to do is lay down the things the way they happened, and then you can make up your own minds. I guess with stuff of this nature, maybe your mind is already made up anyway. Still I reckon you might like … Continue reading The Man on the Third Floor

You’ll Make It,I know You Will

You’ll make it, I know you will, You’ve come too far and now is not the time. If only you stopped and thought about it all The walls you’ve climbed, all the troubles crossed All the failures faced, all the little victories Look into the eyes of those beside you The woman at the table The man in the street It’s there, deep-set perhaps – … Continue reading You’ll Make It,I know You Will

Light At The End Of A Glasgow Day

His nostrils filled with the November smoke from a thousand chimneys as he turned down into Byres Road. This being the second Wednesday in the month meant it was his turn to open up and get the heating on; it wasn’t too much to ask, but it still annoyed him. Here he was, a student at the university, the first in the family as far … Continue reading Light At The End Of A Glasgow Day

Everyone Matters

I remember that day we said goodbye, The day I asked you if there were any regrets, You said, you wished you had realised sooner That everyone matters. The thing is, I didn’t know what you meant then – But I do now. Who has any idea how much oxygen a person brings to your life Or how much you bring to theirs? You have … Continue reading Everyone Matters

Barking Up the Wrong Tree

Olivia was woken by what she thought were people arguing in the kitchen, below. She quickly dressed and ran down the wooden stairs to see if she could help. To be honest, Olivia was a curious little girl, some might say ‘nosey’ even, but this isn’t the time or place to air those thoughts. As she got to the bottom of the stairs, she could … Continue reading Barking Up the Wrong Tree

The Wee Happy Man

photo: loch Etive In that hot summer of 1921, we returned to Glencoe in Scotland; this time we were missing a brother but he would always be with us. In the glorious years before the Great War, I and my brothers, Grahame and Jack would spend long summers climbing the mountains around Rannoch and the Black Mount. Each year our grandfather would take us boys … Continue reading The Wee Happy Man

THING and The Wise Man & The Story

The Wise Man There were two occasions when Thing could recall being really unhappy. The first time was when his mother left to go to hospital and didn’t return (although he still knew she would one day) and the second was when the Wise Man came to town. Thing still spent most of his days standing on the ledge above his cave and watching the Horizon for … Continue reading THING and The Wise Man & The Story

Me and Buzz and Thanksgivin’

It was probably a week ‘fore Thanksgivin’ that Buzz’s maw was taken from the house for her own good – leastways that’s what the Sheriff said. He never did explain properly what was goin’ on, and Buzz didn’t seemed that much concerned. The Sheriff then asked was it okay if Buzz came and stayed with my folks: I was about to answer when Buzz dug … Continue reading Me and Buzz and Thanksgivin’

An Extremely Stupid Story

So there‘s me and Fatboy strolling down the Kings Road and he says he’s just seen The Who. “Where?” I ask him. ‘Cause I’m thinking he must mean he’s seen them at one of this city’s fine rock ‘n’ roll venues – you know, like the O2 or Hammersmith Palais. “No…no…you’ve missed them,” Fatboy tells me. “They must have disappeared into a shop”. “Like Tesco?” … Continue reading An Extremely Stupid Story