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



05 August 2020

no rehearsal

The first lines from each stanza of a three stanza poem, “no rehearsal”:

visitors file forward

family processes

we await comfort words

© 9 March 2020
Cindy B. Stevens


#funeral #family #rehearse #comfort #Art #ArtlixirPoetry #InstaPoetry #Life #MicroPoetry #Poem #Poet #PoetsOfInstagram #PoetryCommunity #PoetryIsLife #PoetryIsNotDead #PoetryLovers #PoetryOfig #PoetryOfInstagram #PoetryPorn #PoetSociety #SpilledInk #Thoughts #Word #Write #Writer #WritersCommunity #WritersLife #WritersOfInstagram #Writing

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30 July 2020

remember me #2


My last post contained lines from the first of a pair; so here are some lines from the second of the pair, “remember me”:

#2

I remember
the bread
the wine
on my tongue

when birds sing my morning


when my horizon crackles fire colors

every time I breathe rain

on my tongue
the wine
the bread
I remember

© 12 June 2020
Cindy B. Stevens

#remember#rain #morning #Eucharist #Art #ArtlixirPoetry #InstaPoetry #Life #MicroPoetry #Poem #Poet #PoetsOfInstagram #PoetryCommunity #PoetryIsLife #PoetryIsNotDead #PoetryLovers #PoetryOfig #PoetryOfInstagram #PoetryPorn #PoetSociety #SpilledInk #Thoughts #Word #Write #Writer #WritersCommunity #WritersLife #WritersOfInstagram #Writing

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24 July 2020

remember me #1

These are some lines from the first of a pair, “remember me”, which came as I listened to the litany before the Eucharist:


 # 1

how can I forget

when it’s you who holds my cries until they’re silent
when we both feel winter’s cold sting
on my skin, in my bones, my heart
when it’s you who feels my terror
when I try to starve the desperate voices in me

remember me

© 3 July 2020
Cindy B. Stevens

#remember #forget #voices #terror #Art #ArtlixirPoetry #InstaPoetry #Life #MicroPoetry #Poem #Poet #PoetsOfInstagram #PoetryCommunity #PoetryIsLife #PoetryIsNotDead #PoetryLovers #PoetryOfig #PoetryOfInstagram #PoetryPorn #PoetSociety #SpilledInk #Thoughts #Word #Write #Writer #WritersCommunity #WritersLife #WritersOfInstagram #Writing

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18 July 2020

I leave me


 

The first, third, and last stanzas of "I leave me":


my widow is a willow tree

my sunlight sparkled silk drags the ground

my greedy roots guzzle rationed water

I don’t want to break

so I refuse to bend

 

my scars feed my heartwood

why do I believe all men are alike?

I watch him so closely I think I hear his beard grow

I bruise him

drain us

 

my trunk hesitates in the doorway

I grab my shoulder bag from the hall table

lock the flat’s door

drop my key through our mail slot

I want to go away from me

 

© 23 July 2017

Cindy B. Stevens

 

#sabotage #leave #destroy #denial #Art #ArtlixirPoetry #InstaPoetry #Life #MicroPoetry #Poem #Poet #PoetsOfInstagram #PoetryCommunity #PoetryIsLife #PoetryIsNotDead #PoetryLovers #PoetryOfig #PoetryOfInstagram #PoetryPorn #PoetSociety #SpilledInk #Thoughts #Word #Write #Writer #WritersCommunity #WritersLife #WritersOfInstagram #Writing

 

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12 July 2020

sackcloth and ashes



Six lines from “sackcloth and ashes”:


repentance demands change
my belief?  it’s complicated
I own my sin
will the Jesus sacrifice blanket me?
forgiveness
will it matter how often I ask?

© 3 July 2020
Cindy B. Stevens

#bedevil #change #carnal #sacrifice #Art #ArtlixirPoetry #InstaPoetry #Life #MicroPoetry #Poem #Poet #PoetsOfInstagram #PoetryCommunity #PoetryIsLife #PoetryIsNotDead #PoetryLovers #PoetryOfig #PoetryOfInstagram #PoetryPorn #PoetSociety #SpilledInk #Thoughts #Word #Write #Writer #WritersCommunity #WritersLife #WritersOfInstagram #Writing

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06 July 2020

no return war

Here are the first, third, and fifth stanzas of “no return war”:

when I didn’t come back from war my family grieved
they held onto hope
that my missing wasn’t a departure
that my missing was only regret to inform
whereabouts unknown



my family went through my belongings
my photos
my clothing
my mementos:  foreign stamps, coins
we don’t always know the people closest to us





my chaplain tried to help
but it’s something a family has to do
they all wondered about the small wooden box
metal hinges
a simple lock
silk lined

© 3 July 2020
Cindy B. Stevens

#war #dogtags #medal #hero #Art #ArtlixirPoetry #InstaPoetry #Life #MicroPoetry #Poem #Poet #PoetsOfInstagram #PoetryCommunity #PoetryIsLife #PoetryIsNotDead #PoetryLovers #PoetryOfig #PoetryOfInstagram #PoetryPorn #PoetSociety #SpilledInk #Thoughts #Word #Write #Writer #WritersCommunity #WritersLife #WritersOfInstagram #Writing

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30 June 2020

maybe I'm dead

Sharing the third and last stanzas from “maybe I’m dead”, a poem in my chapbook, Naked, published by Main Street Rag Publishing Company:

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 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

#color #truth #jump #Art #ArtlixirPoetry #InstaPoetry #Life #MicroPoetry #Poem #Poet #PoetsOfInstagram #PoetryCommunity #PoetryIsLife #PoetryIsNotDead #PoetryLovers #PoetryOfig #PoetryOfInstagram #PoetryPorn #PoetSociety #SpilledInk #Thoughts #Word #Write #Writer #WritersCommunity #WritersLife #WritersOfInstagram #Writing

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24 June 2020

what shall we call it?

I’m working on this piece, “what shall we call it?”; still needs a lot of work, but here’s the first stanza:

I have to do laundry today

my baskets full of disease

I don’t have to wield
my gun
my nightstick
tear gas
handcuffs
when my badge
buttons
even the threads in my uniform

clothe me

a weapon

© 7 June 2020
Cindy B. Stevens


#LawEnforcement #Reform #Justice #Art #ArtlixirPoetry #InstaPoetry #Life #MicroPoetry #Poem #Poet #PoetsOfInstagram #PoetryCommunity #PoetryIsLife #PoetryIsNotDead #PoetryLovers #PoetryOfig #PoetryOfInstagram #PoetryPorn #PoetSociety #SpilledInk #Thoughts #Word #Write #Writer #WritersCommunity #WritersLife #WritersOfInstagram #Writing

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18 June 2020

in the shower


It’s our wedding anniversary, so, I’ll share five lines from the first stanza of “in the shower”:


I see you
through my frosted shower door
you watch me

massage shampoo
condition my hair
. . . 

© 22 December 2019
Cindy B. Stevens


#steam #shower #watch #lather #Art #ArtlixirPoetry #InstaPoetry #Life #MicroPoetry #Poem #Poet #PoetsOfInstagram #PoetryCommunity #PoetryIsLife #PoetryIsNotDead #PoetryLovers #PoetryOfig #PoetryOfInstagram #PoetryPorn #PoetSociety #SpilledInk #Thoughts #Word #Write #Writer #WritersCommunity #WritersLife #WritersOfInstagram #Writing


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12 June 2020

even though

This poem began as a writing exercise at Table Rock Writers Workshop in 2016.  Here are 3 stanzas from “even though”:

I simmered in my parent’s omniscience for years
even though it was clear I’d been in the stew too long
I had not found the ladle to scoop myself into my own bowl




I simmered, but never boiled over
my flavors became bold and savory
the longer I cooked
even though I escaped indigestion
I still burned my esophagus

even though I know my crazy
I want my family to see my crazy
love my crazy

© Cindy B. Stevens
5 August 2017

#crazy #family #burn #AmWriting #BeWriting #BookLove #Bookworm #Dream #IGpoet #IGpoetry #IloveWriting #Inspiration #LoveWriting #Poet #PoetLife #Poetry #PoetryBlog #PoetryLover #Reading #Write #WriterLife #WritersCommunity #WritersCorner #WritersNetwork #WritersOfIG #WritersOfInstagram #Writing #Wordsmith #AmEditing #tablerockwritersworkshop

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06 June 2020

mistress

Three lines from “mistress”, which began as a very long poem, until I dissected it down to the bones:

hands over curves
heat imbues
reduces my bones to tissue

© 18 April 2020
Cindy B. Stevens

#mistress #curves #seduce #AmWriting #BeWriting #BookLove #Bookworm #Dream #IGpoet #IGpoetry #IloveWriting #Inspiration #LoveWriting #Poet #PoetLife #Poetry #PoetryBlog #PoetryLover #Reading #Write #WriterLife #WritersCommunity #WritersCorner #WritersNetwork #WritersOfIG #WritersOfInstagram #Writing #Wordsmith #AmEditing #NC

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31 May 2020

ode to cancer

Something that touches us all, but who would write an ode to it?  Here are a couple of stanzas from “ode to cancer”:

you target
attack
I maneuver
fight

you can’t break me
your shadow ambushes
you want everything

© 19 June 2018
Cindy B. Stevens

#cancer #ambush #fight #AmWriting #BeWriting #BookLove #Bookworm #Dream #IGpoet #IGpoetry #IloveWriting #Inspiration #LoveWriting #Poet #PoetLife #Poetry #PoetryBlog #PoetryLover #Reading #Write #WriterLife #WritersCommunity #WritersCorner #WritersNetwork #WritersOfIG #WritersOfInstagram #Writing #Wordsmith #AmEditing #NC

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25 May 2020

dandy lion

This poem begins with a sense of hopelessness, but transforms to freedom and power.  Three stanzas of “dandy lion”:



this night
I know why
I dream
I cry

no wing
no eye
no control
I die

I raise
fluffed lace
catch my star’s
birthplace

I’m a faithful
pale whore
dandy lion
I roar

© Cindy B. Stevens
6 October 2016

#hopeless #power #freedom #AmWriting #BeWriting #BookLove #Bookworm #Dream #IGpoet #IGpoetry #IloveWriting #Inspiration #LoveWriting #Poet #PoetLife #Poetry #PoetryBlog #PoetryLover #Reading #Write #WriterLife #WritersCommunity #WritersCorner #WritersNetwork #WritersOfIG #WritersOfInstagram #Writing #Wordsmith #AmEditing #NC

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19 May 2020

this grief


These lines are from “this grief”, a raw, personal poem:

there’s a grief that leaks from me
my pores squeeze it
it washes my skin
drips off my fingernails

did you ever get over the death of your brothers?
asked a voice in my dream this morning
my daughter
my brothers
these griefs hug my ribs
they’re why I cry

the wind
it’s what makes me hate cold days
the sting
bite
freeze tears on my cheeks
that’s all I have to say about my dead

© 23 June 2019
Cindy B. Stevens

#grief #dead #violent #AmWriting #BeWriting #BookLove #Bookworm #Dream #IGpoet #IGpoetry #IloveWriting #Inspiration #LoveWriting #Poet #PoetLife #Poetry #PoetryBlog #PoetryLover #Reading #Write #WriterLife #WritersCommunity #WritersCorner #WritersNetwork #WritersOfIG #WritersOfInstagram #Writing #Wordsmith #AmEditing #NC

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13 May 2020

yellow wall

I shared “yellow wall” with a friend, who said it was creepy.  It’s a conversation that popped in my head and I think you can appreciate its creepiness with these lines:

some of the walls here are an interesting shade of yellow
                        it’s mucus

sort of like some old hospital walls are puke green?
                        no

so what do you mean?
                        on my first morning here, I walked down the East Hall, touched each light
switch
                        I ran my fingers along the wall, it was slimy

did you mention that to anyone?
                        no, that afternoon it was grainy, like sand

you’re keeping this information to yourself
                        yeah, except see that guy staring out the window?
                        This morning I told him about the walls.  He told the nurse someone
whispered that some walls were made of mucus.

what did she say?
                        nothing

then, what’s the problem?
                        she gave him more medication

© 3 January 2020
Cindy B. Stevens

#mind #medicate #therapy #AmWriting #BeWriting #BookLove #Bookworm #Dream #IGpoet #IGpoetry #IloveWriting #Inspiration #LoveWriting #Poet #PoetLife #Poetry #PoetryBlog #PoetryLover #Reading #Write #WriterLife #WritersCommunity #WritersCorner #WritersNetwork #WritersOfIG #WritersOfInstagram #Writing #Wordsmith #AmEditing #NC

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07 May 2020

too afraid



Hard to decide which pieces of “too afraid” to share with you, but decided on these:

my fear is a book
shoved on the library shelf
I don’t want to read

my tear
bores a damp spot
a worm that eats its way through

I want an old reel-to-reel home movie
I’m hungry
but too afraid to bite the apple

© 21 October 2016
Cindy B. Stevens

#movie #fear #read #AmWriting #BeWriting #BookLove #Bookworm #Dream #IGpoet #IGpoetry #IloveWriting #Inspiration #LoveWriting #Poet #PoetLife #Poetry #PoetryBlog #PoetryLover #Reading #Write #WriterLife #WritersCommunity #WritersCorner #WritersNetwork #WritersOfIG #WritersOfInstagram #Writing #Wordsmith #AmEditing #NC

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01 May 2020

riptide


Here are 6 lines from “riptide”, a Palindrome:

I drown me

dredged through salt storm
wrapped in squid
weightless
 
unspoken power
my temples tremble secrets

© Cindy B. Stevens
28 July 2017


#storm #secret #power #AmWriting #BeWriting #BookLove #Bookworm #Dream #IGpoet #IGpoetry #IloveWriting #Inspiration #LoveWriting #Poet #PoetLife #Poetry #PoetryBlog #PoetryLover #Reading #Write #WriterLife #WritersCommunity #WritersCorner #WritersNetwork #WritersOfIG #WritersOfInstagram #Writing #Wordsmith #AmEditing #NC

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25 April 2020

snow

Some lines from “snow”:


blood washed my chalk line

I love speed



highway hum

roads sleet slick

I sneeze

wheel jerks back over yellow line

damn that monster


© Cindy B. Stevens
30 August 2017

#speed #highway #monster #AmWriting #BeWriting #BookLove #Bookworm #Dream #IGpoet #IGpoetry #IloveWriting #Inspiration #LoveWriting #Poet #PoetLife #Poetry #PoetryBlog #PoetryLover #Reading #Write #WriterLife #WritersCommunity #WritersCorner #WritersNetwork #WritersOfIG #WritersOfInstagram #Writing #Wordsmith #AmEditing #NC

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19 April 2020

Sunday isn't Sunday


Here’s part of a poem I just started, "Sunday isn’t Sunday":

Sunday afternoon breathes Saturday night
its chest rises
falls
breath like Cortland apples
its mouth full of Easter peeps

© 18 April 2020
Cindy B. Stevens

#Sunday #hangover #Easter #AmWriting #BeWriting #BookLove #Bookworm #Dream #IGpoet #IGpoetry #IloveWriting #Inspiration #LoveWriting #Poet #PoetLife #Poetry #PoetryBlog #PoetryLover #Reading #Write #WriterLife #WritersCommunity #WritersCorner #WritersNetwork #WritersOfIG #WritersOfInstagram #Writing #Wordsmith #AmEditing #NC

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