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 to you.

—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



21 November 2020

let me be

I usually post e-a-r-l-y morning (every six days), but these past couple weeks have me procrastinating on choosing pieces to share.

 

Although this poem, “let me be”, has nothing to do with current family trauma, the four lines seem apropos to me:

 

scrub me clean

rain cleans leaves

 

I’m raggedy

just let me be

 

© 21 November 2020

Cindy B. Stevens



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15 November 2020

when pages tear

The title poem of my full-length manuscript

waiting for a publisher to want

is

“when pages tear”



a few lines:


I beat the crap out of her again today

not all at once

more like a

little bit here

a little there

until she’s a sticky

mess

she watches herself step off the curb

captured by a rusted truck

 

© 18 June 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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09 November 2020

I shot my best friend

 

This poem might be hard to read in its entirety.  I chose certain pieces of it to share the gist of the plot.  Here are portions of “I shot my best friend”:

 

I exist in a nightmare

I’ve heard dreams are based on real events

memories

must be true about nightmares, too, because

that 1967 Sunday morning streams through my head

 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

 

1967 Sunday morning:

we’ve been in this deer stand since 4 a.m.

cold

hungry

bored

no deer, no luck

at nine-thirty, we climb down

walk to my truck

rifle barrels pointed down

 

I hear a snort a few yards ahead

left of the trail

I stop

shoulder my rifle

pivot the safety

my trip is a sneeze during a funeral prayer

 

a gunmetal sky watches

it’s horrified

I’m horrified

my hands, warm

slippery

 

sheriff declares an accident

I can’t name it

I won’t

 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

 

© 18 August 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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06 November 2020

pink ladies

 

I started something in my head yesterday morning while driving.  It’s not finished; I mull things over before considering them “finished”.  Anyway, here’s a bit of “pink ladies”:


it’s yesterday and I’m awake with

the bright Morning Star, truckers, and trains

no traffic on 86

10

70

85

147

until Fulton ends where pink ladies crowd

a circle

their pink skirts greet cold

 

© 3 November 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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05 November 2020

a playlist

My husband and I walking a difficult road.  The following is the first, fifth, and last stanzas of a new nine-stanza pantoum I started yesterday morning on my way to work and “finished” tonight while we watched Borgen on Netflix.  Counting, paying attention to the plot, definitely a challenge.

 

a playlist

 

I need to write about this

I sing my playlist to Raleigh

he loves Neil Young’s “Harvest Moon”

loves when I sing it

 

I make it to the second chorus

start over

make it through the song

sing it again

 

make it through the first verse

I can’t sing the chorus

I skip to the next song

I need to write about this

 

© 27 October 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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03 November 2020

return

I thought I had finished this poem in October 2019.  I frequently edit poems located in my computer’s “READY” folder and when I pulled this one up to prepare a post, I saw new things.  

Here are eight lines from the four stanza poem, “return”:


I hear God weep with Jeremiah

Jesus for Lazarus

I want to return





I’m not content

fingers itch

beckon fire from heaven

modesty mantles my morning star

incinerates God’s ire

 

© 12 September 2020

Cindy B. Stevens



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28 October 2020

silver lined

The following poem is in my chapbook, Naked
 published by The Main Street Rag Publishing Company:

Book cover by artist, Ebeth Scott Sinclair


silver lined

 

I belong to another world

shrouded by clouds

 

collide with the walls of my maze

forced to change direction

 

want to disappear today

away from my Judas

 

what I’ve done strikes my face

like rocks thrown from truck tires into a windshield

 

thirty-some years

thirty pieces of silver

 

© 2018

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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22 October 2020

embrace

Most of my poems are concise, therefore my posts more so, as I don’t share entire poems here, unless they’re already published.  Here are six lines from “embrace”:


I spill sorrow

gasp my want to recall a breath of joy

I’m surprised by warmth I can’t remember

 

mercy seals my fissures

tempers broken me

my savior blankets them around my struggle

 

© 23 February 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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16 October 2020

indigo beach

I posted three lines from “indigo beach” on 4 September 2019.  The short poem was published this year in Heron Clan VII, so here’s the entire short:


indigo beach

 

my sand-washed mind

moon dominated

it flows

it ebbs

tides mute my thought

 

there’s an indigo streak embedded in my night

it lures my twilight

it blinds my stars

 

© 2020

Cindy B. Stevens




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10 October 2020

looking out my mirror

The poem, “looking out my mirror”, began as a workshop prompt exercise.

Here are five lines:

 

if I were trapped in my body

 

would my memories be enhanced with unnecessary spices

 

could my though



ts move a chair in the wrong direction

 

my mirror frames my pain

 

I’m trapped in my own body

 

© 23 October 2016

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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04 October 2020

look for my laugh


When Rose’s Meat Market & Sweet Shop still held hands in Durham, “look for my laugh” was written.  I revised it recently; here are a few lines:

 

I drive to Morgan’s Imports near Rose’s Sweets & Meats

or Meats & Sweets

 

I need a sympathy card

wish I could pair that verse with this cover

 

I drop my multiple choices

spy a lost card corner beneath the cabinet

 

rescue, read

heads turn

look at me when I laugh out loud

 

© 12 September 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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28 September 2020

predicament

“predicament”, a raw poem that takes place in two phases of the subject’s life


sharing the last stanza of sections 1 and 2:

 

1

 

I avoid my friends when I cry

I want only to fix my life

live someplace where nobody hits

no friends to dodge

no welted handprints

I want to own my face




2


silent tears leak on my way to work

spill over my face

ruin my mascara

I want to fix my life

live someplace where nobody hits

I want to own my body

 

© 26 June 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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22 September 2020

I remember to forget your birthday


The first stanza of “I remember to forget your birthday”:

two days ago, I remembered your birthday had passed

I didn’t think about it

or about you

I don’t miss anything about you

even though your photo still sleeps in my desk drawer, face down

when I pull it open, I don’t feel your eyes on me

 

© 18 August 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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16 September 2020

give me an angel

 The following pantoum is in my chapbook, Naked, published by The Main Street Rag Publishing Company:


give me an angel

 

every time I ignore God’s kiss

another fieldstone is dry stacked on my wall

Lucifer brings his morning light

curtains my windows with disobedience

 

another fieldstone is dry stacked on my wall

my faith, sometimes soft as lambskin

curtains my windows with disobedience

I am God’s challenge

 

my faith, sometimes soft as lambskin

it’s easier to unstack the miles of wall

I am God’s challenge

return stones to their field homes

 

it’s easier to unstack the miles of wall

give me an angel who will extinguish my Lucifer

return stones to their field homes

rescue me from rubble

 

give me an angel who will extinguish my Lucifer

burn my disobedient curtains

rescue me from rubble

every time I ignore God’s kiss

 

© 2018     Cindy B. Stevens

 

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13 September 2020

The Mugg-A Virtual Storyteller Series

An evening show with

poets, writers, singers, and comedians

Date:  Thursday, 17 September
 
Time:  7 p.m. to 8:30 p.m. EDT
 
Cost:  FREE
 
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10 September 2020

tail feathers

random thoughts frequently run through me; “tail feathers” begins with a random line, shared here, along with the first and last stanzas:

 

tail feathers

 

I wonder if it hurts when a pigeon drags tail feathers on concrete

 

Jonathan Byrd’s song, “Father’s Day”, made me cry

not because my father’s gone

but because I don’t miss him

my feathers stir shame with cement in my bag of sand

because I miss his absence

 

 

sometimes, my wings sing lonely

my songs oil my feathers

oil will get me where I’m going

it won’t take me home

 

© 19 October 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

 
















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09 September 2020

The Mugg - A Virtual Storyteller Series

 An evening show with poets, writers, singers, and comedians.

 

Date:  Thursday, 17 September

 

Time:  7 p.m. to 8:30 p.m. EDT

 

Cost:  only your time

 

Register for your free ticket at


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06 September 2020

The Mugg-A Virtual Storyteller Series

An evening show with

 poets, writers, singers, and comedians

 

Date:  Thursday, 17 September

 

Time:  7 p.m. to 8:30 p.m. EDT

 

Cost:  only your time

 

Register for your FREE ticket at


 https://hemedstories.com/the-mugg

 

 

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04 September 2020

I watch me die



 The second stanza from “I watch me die”:

 

a chilly fog

I kneel

my hands, forehead touch ground

my body’s a faded pair of blue jeans

knees, a thread-bare faith

 

© Cindy B. Stevens

6 November 2018

 

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