why write?

I have to write what I hear in my head, what I dream in my sleep, what my bones ache to express.

My poems tell stories of strength, love, regret, disobedience, loss, hope, redemption, and whatever whispers.

—Cindy B. Stevens

Books Available

My first collection of poetry, Naked, is available for $12.00 at http://mainstreetragbookstore.com/product/naked-cindy-stevens/


For local readers, books are also available at:

Purple Crow Books in Hillsborough, NC

The Regulator Bookshop in Durham, NC



14 April 2021

summer country dances


“summer country dances”, when finished, will be, if not a sweet poem, a bittersweet one.  Here are three stanzas:


wheels sing concrete

road joints drowse

slow tires half turn

they minuet this tarred

summer

country

trance

 

children surveil adults

their nods

winks

their shouted whispers

dust

dresses

dance

 

hay-bail cushioned blankets watch

an oaked scotch whisky reel

a hornpipe

fiddle

eyes flirt

fingers touch

turn

withdraw

 

© 5 January 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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08 April 2021

believe

Here’s one in progress; the current title is “believe”:

the girl feels weak today

her tears surface

she doesn’t blink

she hears piano music

sees feet through a glass wall

walk on the ceiling of the floor above

 

believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house

Acts 16:31 King James Version

doesn’t say healed

does she believe God will heal?

does it take her belief to heal?

 

her shoulders won’t hold her dress

it slips

exposes her fear

her coward

her shoulders hold those


© 7 April 2021

Cindy B. Stevens



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02 April 2021

Salomé means peace

I’ve left this piece alone for a bit more than a year.  I’ll come back to it next week.  Here are a few lines from “Salomé means peace”:

if I could pick my vessel

would I choose human

obey mother’s bidding

would I dance for my Antipas

 

if I could select

would I prefer immortal

I’d be glorious

everything I covet at my fingertips

 

except my fingernails are chipped

Antipas’ look tears me

because I must choose

 

© 7 March 2020

Cindy B. Stevens



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27 March 2021

my favorite nightgown

I started a poem the other night, more keeps coming; here are some lines from

 “my favorite nightgown”:


my favorite nightgown is

none

hers

something for the paramedics

she won’t sleep naked anymore


© 26 March 2021

Cindy B. Stevens


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21 March 2021

hush

On a weeknight in February 2011, I arrived early at St. Matthew’s Episcopal Church for Women’s Singing Circle.  I love to sit in a sanctuary, alone with the hush.  I’m not finished with:

hush


I haven’t heard silence all day

 

church

empty

I sit


shadow shrouds sanctuary

except the chancel cross

light swathed by the narthex

moon bathed Triptych

stained glass windows

 

I pause

I hear

hush


© 20 March 2021

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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15 March 2021

silent spring

Here are a few lines from “silent spring”, a poem I started in March 2020:













the week the quiet begins

the wind isn’t

neither are the birds

 

a Cardinal eats from the cylinder feeder

his mate watches from the wire above

they don’t know about COVID-19

they don’t know to keep their distance from the Sparrow

 

what is it about my front room that makes the Bluebird bump my window?

does he want to come in?

how many times will he have to hit the window to know

he can’t come through?

 

© 20 August 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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09 March 2021

fifteen minutes



This poem takes a twist; I’ll share seven lines from fifteen minutes:


she’s a 15-minute woman


she showers


towels off


she fills an iron with tap water


she sprays her body with starch


lays an arm on the board


a pleasure pain


© 9 January 2021

Cindy B. Stevens


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03 March 2021

winter spring



Hello to March!  Here’s my brief poem, winter spring:

 

moon cools

skeleton sand

 

stars flame

gray clouds

 

tide cleanse

smooths sand

 

sun blush

beams rain

 

moon wash

shines sand

 

sun warms

cold surf

 

beach bare

bone sand

 

© 21 September 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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25 February 2021

I won't



I’m calling this a list poem.

Here are eleven lines from I won’t:

 

I won’t make the bed today

I’ll get up, but

 

I won’t pull the drapes, but

I’ll open the windows

 

I’ll get dressed, but

I won’t put on my shoes

 

if I walk in the bedroom today

if I feel like lying down

 

I won’t need to remove my shoes

close the drapes

unmake the bed

 

© 8 January 2021

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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19 February 2021

prodigal



Seven lines from prodigal:


he’s a prodigal

a prodigal who won’t return

doesn’t want to

won’t

ever

 

can a prodigal be a prodigal if he

will never return?

 

© 9 January 2021

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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13 February 2021

I love

It’s almost St. Valentine’s Day.


Here are the first, third, and seventh stanzas from I love:

this man

fun

kind

maddening

loyal

he’ll love me when my face

is decrepit paint

 

I love this man loves me when I am a bad weather morning

when I am more than just rain

I am lightning           thunder          deluge            mudslide

I am a hurrirain

I love he rolls his eyes when I make up words

 

he makes me want more

secrets

a sleepover nightcap

tomorrow morning breakfast pajamas on the patio

I brush against beauty each time we pass in the kitchen

 

© 10 January 2021

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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07 February 2021

I want to forget I'm not enough


Here’s my opening stanza and the fourth from

I want to forget I’m not enough:

 

I’m not Jesus

I can’t continue to knock

knock

knock again

when someone doesn’t want to open their door

 

I’m not enough isn’t quite as bad as it was when I cared

it’s worse when I’m quiet

when I’m shaving away old cheese

when I tap my screw driver on the edge of a sink

watch flecks of rust fall on white porcelain like

dried blood

 

© 18 August 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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01 February 2021

supplicate

This poem is still in edit mode.  Don’t know when I’ll be satisfied, because I find stuff to edit even after pieces are published. 


Here are some lines from 4 stanzas of supplicate:

my feet splosh putrid water

throw me a titanium rescue chain

draw me from my well dregs

 

I’m dichotomy

I’m devout

I’m detached

I’m kind

I’m callous

 

titanium seizes me, a treasure it presumes I am

 

I’m nothing

I’m everything

I’m nothing at all

I’m every

single

thing

 

© 1 January 2021

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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26 January 2021

I want him

I wrote a recent, raw piece during my husband’s radiation and chemotherapy treatments.  Here are the last two stanzas of I want him:



. . . 

 

. . . 

 

I want callow hope

want to forget when I sleep

I don’t want tosses and turns

they bifurcate dream

 

I can’t bear my brave face

I don’t want it

I want him

 

© 9 December 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

 

 

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20 January 2021

sharp turns


Here are three stanzas from my poem, sharp turns:


he used to love when I phoned him on purpose

not a purse call

not a pocket

when he answered

my breath, his sigil

 

when did we change?

did we evolve gracefully

a car eased into a curve

accelerated out

did we take sharp turns

throw each other to the doors

did we leave bruises

aches

sore muscles

tears

blood

scars

do we both still deserve our angels?

 

sound

none

in our storm black room

except 475 thread count sateen torn

by nails

on feet

too long for this bed

and turns

and breath

in

out

 

© 13 December 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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14 January 2021

March moon

I’ve never met Jeannette Stiteler, a talented photographer, who lives in Syracuse, NY.  I used to live in Syracuse, where we had lots of snow, and walked to school down sidewalks with 3 feet of snow on either side.  Really.  This is not some fictional tale told to proclaim hardship.

Jeannette is my cousin, Roxanne Graham’s, husband, Paul’s, sister.  I had fun writing that sentence and hope the grammar is correct.  We became acquainted through Paul’s weekly email to family and friends, sent every Sunday evening for many years.  She’s also a faithful follower of my poetry.

 

In 2009, Jeannette asked a couple of us to submit our version of a poem for her photograph.  Even though it’s not yet time for a March moon, it’s a time for hope, so I want to share Jeannette’s photograph wrapped with my poem, March moon:



been having hints of spring pop up

but still a few reminders

that winter isn’t over yet

although we shouldn’t mind it

with sentries watching in the woods

amidst the fallen snow

and March moon gazing over all

as sap begins to flow

 

© 12 March 2009

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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08 January 2021

fight club

“fight club” is a wild poem that I’m still working through.  Here are two stanzas:

flowers hum

their song an electric sander zing

electric saw whine

fauna flicker

ravenous ravens cough up hairballs

their belly aortas throb

 

sunrise,

a Pelican carry case

sweeps towards sunset’s maelstrom

 

© 23 August 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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02 January 2021

burn

Happy 2021!

I pulled a line I wrote in 2018 about forgiveness, more came in 2019, and in 2020 stuff came together for “burn”.  Here are four stanzas:


she doesn’t want to, but she does sit with her back to the door

nobody else will

she faces a couch

plushed by a priest

by a fairy godmother whose wand has warped from either fireplace

desert, or

damnation

 

don’t judge anybody, she’s told

Abraham

Isaac

Jacob’s god will

she can’t help it

she judges herself while she wanders her desert

while she sleeps

 

“unforgivable”, somebody says

she keeps her sins in a deep freeze, preserves them

she tries to pray

who should she call?

father?

son?

ghost?

 

altar accoutrements trap her

the fairy godmother and priest proffer a chalice

she imbibes

 

© 1 January 2021

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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