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Leon Stevens is a multi-genre author, composer, guitarist, songwriter, and an artist, with a Bachelor of Music and Education. He became a writer out of necessity. Along with song writing, poetry allowed him to make sense and accept events and situations in his life.

He published his first book of poetry, Lines by Leon: Poems, Prose, and Pictures in 2020, followed by a book of original classical guitar compositions, Journeys, and a short story collection of science fiction/post-apocalyptic tales called The Knot at the End of the Rope and Other Short Stories. His newest publications are the first two novellas of his sci-fi trilogy, The View from Here and The Second View, and a new collection of poetry titled, A Wonder of Words.


Lines by Leon is a selection of poems, prose, and short stories that address the subjects of loss, struggle, and reflection. Inside these thoughtful contemplations are original observations about ego, behaviour, human relations, places, and the environment. Many of the pieces feature a lighthearted and even humorous take on a subject, and the author invites his readers to laugh, think, cry, and meditate on the wide variety of thoughts scattered throughout the book are sketches of various subjects, many that relate to the poems and stories they illustrate; others speak for themselves.


A collision of ideas and a wonder of words. Remember when you first learned that a grouping of owls was a parliament?

In his second poetry collection, Leon Stevens explores familiar themes such as human nature, the environment, and personal observations, many with a touch of humor. Also included are the poems from the 30 Poems in 30 Days Challenge and a short story inspired by one of them.



Yes, I hear it

But I’m not grabbing onto it

It’s not mine

It’s yours. Mine’s here somewhere

I’m saving it

(for what I don’t know yet)

A little sneaks out from time to time

It makes me smile

A brief respite

From the dusk emerges

A little light



Addiction is a hand

On your back

Pushing you forward

Without regard

For the crowd

Addiction covers your eyes

So that you cannot see

The harm being done

Addiction plugs your ears

And makes you oblivious

Addiction shushes you

When you try to ask for help

Addiction is strong

Until you face it



Then it cowers and slinks away

As you kick, kick, kick

Giving it

What it deserves

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