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



17 October 2021

Joppa

 


it’s not dark corridors I avoid

not that I pursue dark corridors

it’s that I eschew lit corridors

lit to blind a gurney

parked in an ER passage

a man curled in on himself

doesn’t hear my boots step past

when I leave Joppa


© 16 October 2021

Cindy B. Stevens

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11 October 2021

touch

 

I want to touch

touch head

neck

shoulders

touch hands

 

I want to touch every part


feel my warmth

feel life from my touch

I want my touch to heal


© 11 October 2021

Cindy B. Stevens

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05 October 2021

haiku Sunday morning

 


on some mornings, to

drink cold beer brings comfort, my

morning, last Sunday

 

© 5 October 2021

Cindy B. Stevens

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29 September 2021

god thinks

 


 

god thinks

 

god thought I was strong 

enough

yesterday

was god thinking

about today

tomorrow

what was god thinking

 

© 29 September 2021

Cindy B. Stevens

 

 

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23 September 2021

cousins

“cousins” has been calling to me, so here’s a bit of what I’ve got:



it’s a sudden pain

a surprise

sleeps at night

wakes each morning

 

its cousin is constant

abiding

 

© 8 August 2021

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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17 September 2021

p o s t u r e

1 July 2021 I shared a stanza from an assortment of stuff I’m pulling together.  Here’s another stanza from that assortment.  I wonder what it will say when all the stuff comes together.  The title might be “posture”.


her mother taught her to sit

from the hips down

she didn't teach posture

 

standing posture

shoulders back

spine straight

chin elevated

 

sitting posture

back straight

no touching the chair

shoulders relaxed, back

chin up

 

posture wasn’t as important as keeping her knees together

 

© 27 February 2021

Cindy B. Stevens




#Posture #Art #ArtlixirPoetry #DarkPoetry #IGPoetry #IGPoets #InstaPoetry #Life #LovePoetry #MicroPoetry #Poem #Poet #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #PoetryGram #PoetryIsLife #PoetryIsNotDead #PoetryLovers #PoetryOfig #PoetryOfInstagram #PoetryPorn #PoetSociety #PoetsOfInstagram #SpilledInk #VeinHeartArtisans #Wordsmith #Writer #WritersOfInstagram #Writing

 

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11 September 2021

she can't say

I started this yesterday, so “she can’t say” is rough:


she can’t say

 

two mugs

Earl Grey

coconut cream

honey

two spoons

 

we sit at my kitchen island

our mugs steam

she talks

I talk

we listen

 

she tells a story

about him

ceramic warms hands

her eyes glaze

she disappears

 

minutes crawl

tea cools

her eyes engage

dazed face

I ask her where she’s been

 

she can’t say

 

© 10 September 2021

Cindy B. Stevens 

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05 September 2021

Old NC 10 and Dove Creek Road

From my chapbook, Naked:


Old NC 10 and Dove Creek Road
Momma always said folks should drive five miles under the speed limit when the weather’s ugly I walk the back road to Durham flash flood warnings still up the truck slams me to the oil-slicked road my scream drinks air I clutch the kingdom to my breast feel a surge of power warm my arteries infuse my heart, spark fingertips, set me aflame windshield wipers thwump, thwump drizzle quenches engine’s thirst diesel fumes hit-and-run the air I wait for a sign of redemption don’t bury me where I fall I want assurances I know I’m dead can I slip my name at the end of the list under the radar, before someone sees? what’s going to happen to me now? the long goodnight drags ghostly voices through my head whispers through the din air smells like egg salad gone bad I knock on the door to hell footfalls echo on a slate floor I tear a page from my memory my tears spill the page grows back silence slinks away there’s an angel he stands on the side of the road at the bus stop in front of the hospital he carries my discharge bag
© 2018 Cindy B. Stevens #Angel #Art #ArtlixirPoetry #DarkPoetry #IGPoetry #IGPoets #InstaPoetry #Life #LovePoetry #MicroPoetry #Poem #Poet #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #PoetryGram #PoetryIsLife #PoetryIsNotDead #PoetryLovers #PoetryOfig #PoetryOfInstagram #PoetryPorn #PoetSociety #PoetsOfInstagram #SpilledInk #VeinHeartArtisans #Wordsmith #Writer #WritersOfInstagram #Writing Photo credit: aleksey-malinovski-WY5JN_lPGbo-unsplash

30 August 2021

morning worship




a sinful sky

before dawn

birds, coyotes

muffled songs

fondle trees

my ears, my eyes

call

reply

 

© 12 September 2020

Cindy B. Stevens


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25 August 2021

General Pershing's horses

Not a poem, but something I find pretty cool.  I’m in the process of packing our home to move to our retirement home.  Culling, saving, etc.  My paternal grandfather loved to take photographs.  Here’s one of his cousin, Nicholas Davies, with General Pershing’s horses, about 1939.






24 August 2021

Edgar Boulai

 

I received the name “Edgar Boulai” in a dream in 2015, along with this very short scene.

 

Edgar Boulai

 

the grill wears a wound

matter of pride

 

my compadre nervous

pistol bullet flies wide

 

pierces the grill work

of Edgar Boulai

 

© 12 September 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

 



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18 August 2021

easy

somedays
sometimes
I want easy

© 6 August 2021
Cindy B. Stevens

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12 August 2021

11,860 days

I’ve nothing after 11,860 days

except

papers in 

the file folder from 

the file cabinet

 

initial newspaper report

Algiers Point

Bermuda Street

day after newspaper details

co-workers’

neighbors’

reluctance

 

death certificate 

a letter from me to him and Steve

a letter to him from Sam

postmarked

11,860 days ago

 

police department contact info

a list of names

phone numbers

somebody might know things

handwritten notes

police conversations 

detective inquiries 

 

11,860 days

nothing

 

© 12 August 2021

Cindy B. Stevens




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06 August 2021

labyrinth

I found this poem in my archive written during 2012 and revised this morning, before breakfast tea.

 

dream from 12 May 2012:  I was wandering, came across a small, neglected field, and noticed a statue in one corner.  It was a knight on his horse who had fallen over.  I tried to right the knight.  Carvings in stone surrounded the corner where he lay.  Stone carvings of the knight.  I stepped back, turned to view the field, and saw the ancient labyrinth.)




labyrinth

 

oh, labyrinth of ancient time

 

I walk your paths

 

look what I find

 

the knight who in your northwest curve

 

stands as stone

 

sad countenance

 

masked with fierce loyalty

 

while beneath his steed’s hooves

 

runes, ancient carvings speak

 

of pilgrims past, who long ago

 

walked these grassy turns

 

© 6 August 2021

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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31 July 2021

rest lullaby

  



I hold my hand to cross the street

from wakeful mind to peaceful sleep

what dreams will find me as I rest

in blessed slumber

and tranquil death?

 

© 11 May 2019

Cindy B. Stevens



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25 July 2021

no pill

Here’s another that hasn’t completely defined itself.  I might title it, “no pill”:


there is no pill for morning after hair

cut

scissored

razored

washed

styled

sprayed

there is no morning after pill for bad hair

it’s not going to be alright

 

© 15 June 2021

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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24 July 2021

fog doesn't stop the birds

I forgot to post the following on 19 July, although it did appear on Instagram and my Facebook poet page.  Here it is this evening.  Keeping to my every 6-day schedule, there will be another one tomorrow.


I don’t where this one’s going, but here’s what I’ve got from “fog doesn’t stop the birds”:



fog doesn’t stop the birds

 

I sit in the living room

 

fog wrapped

 

one feeder bird

 

I remember somebody weeping while I slept

 

I don’t know who

 

I remember why

 

© 16 January 2021

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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13 July 2021

maybe I'm dead

Last year, I shared the third and last stanzas from “maybe I’m dead”.  It’s a poem in my chapbook, Naked, published by Main Street Rag Publishing Company, and published this year in the Heron Clan VIII anthology.  Here’s the entire poem:



maybe I’m dead

I dream my sister calls

to say my brother is dead

but when I turn to look at his picture

my face stares back at me

 

I walk in the bar

jacket pulled close

I rest my elbows on mahogany

it’s easy to ignore my eyes

when they bounce

can’t decide where to land

 

if I put all my colors in a Mason jar

secure the rubber gasket

snap the wire over the glass lid and shake

will my pigment leak out?

 

I dream of me

white eyelet sundress

flowers in my straw hat

sister thinks the truth I tell

is a lie

why even try to be the good girl?

 

I ride the elevator with Jesus

right up to the top floor

will it matter if I jump off the roof

when I can walk on water?

© 2018

Cindy B. Stevens

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07 July 2021

it's something to get rid of










Here’s part of “it’s something to get rid of”:

bigoted

       incessant

                 weeds

overtake

       climb in windows

              beds

                   grounds

excavate

cleave

sieve

destroy

compact


flatten weed fabric

secure retainer stone

drop screenings


now

dump       five       tons

frictioned       river rock

this something       rips       nails       from       beds

© 7 July 2021

Cindy B. Stevens

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