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



30 January 2019

Bethlehem's hope

Confession:  I edit a lot. Even when I read poems from my published collection, Naked, I sometimes see things I would change today.  Maybe I wouldn’t on another day.

I’ve worked on the following piece again and again.  Here’s a bit of “Bethlehem’s hope”, which wants to make it into my next book:

a bird’s cry harmonizes piano melody
it comes from an open door
when David sings his blues
he pours out his soul
it sparkles like scotch in a tumbler

I’m an image that stands in sunshine
I’m the fresh smell of rain
I guard the place where the moon decides to make it’s turn
determine when ocean waves lose their pull
but, I’m in the way

© 18 December 2018
Cindy B. Stevens 

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24 January 2019

David's town

This piece has a distinct rhythm to it, sort of rappish. It’s called “David’s town”.  When you read this first stanza, you might think, ringle?, what does ringle mean?  I occasionally have to make up words, because available words sometimes don’t convey a sound or emotion that I hear or feel.  Hence, ringle.

silent night
where are those kings?
the tinkling ringle of camel harness brings music
traveling on the night winds across the plains
while tonight, in Bethlehem the angels sing

© 12 December 2018
Cindy B. Stevens

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21 January 2019

veneer

Oh my; here’s a sweet poem.  As I’ve mentioned before they are scarce in my writing.  My poem, “veneer”, makes me smile and was inspired by an email from an acquaintance who lives in Syracuse, NY.  It has four sweet stanzas and I want to share the first with you:


frozen air wakes me
I creep from my cocoon
downstairs
third and
fourth steps creak
hungry cats
freshly brewed coffee
herald from the kitchen

© 19 January 2019
Cindy B. Stevens

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18 January 2019

sharing some of "power washing":


he power washes our home
mossed bricks
tree-pollened windows
it
takes
all
day

I’m trapped behind my plaster wall
my soul pollen chokes my voices
that blow in
and out with the wind
while I watch him as he
power washes our home
it takes all day

© 11 November 2018
Cindy B. Stevens

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12 January 2019

sharing first and last lines from stanzas of "Adeline's map":

Adeline is a paper travel map
her creases and folds are valleys and ridges

she wants a road trip
broken

there are tea stains on Montana
ghosts surround a black star

the symbols take her everywhere
because she doesn’t know where she is

she folds the map
it won’t fit in her glove box

© 11 November 2018
Cindy B. Stevens

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06 January 2019

portions of three stanzas from "my temple floor":


how did I wind up naked
driving on the highway
windows cracked?
I must be cold

my arm reaches to the back floorboard
grabs my discarded bridal veil
I wrap it around me

my refugee feet hum
they trip over my veil
I slip on the polished floor of my temple

© 23 October 2018
Cindy B. Stevens


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