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



23 February 2019

beyond my bleak midwinter


We are in the bleak midwinter part of the year in the Northern Hemisphere.  Most of this piece is sweeter than my others.  Here’s the first stanza of “beyond my bleak midwinter”:







my town prepares for spring beauty
I drape my own bleak midwinter
across three clothes lines
thrash it with a carpet beater
loosen dust and dirt

© 7 January 2019
Cindy B. Stevens

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17 February 2019

root bound

I read this piece at an open mic in October 2018, have since changed the name and one word; thought I had shared it here, but can’t find the evidence.  So, here’s the middle stanza of “rootbound”:

my porous stalk, a sponge
my bound roots wallow stagnant water
I loathe this stink
how it snakes
grips the rocks
cracks my terracotta

© 21 January 2019
Cindy B. Stevens

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11 February 2019

chilly passover

Today, I’m sharing the first and last stanzas of “chilly passover”:

 make a rubbing of me, darling
charcoal your fingers
trace me with onion skin paper
smudge my harsh lines

I used to love the smell of a snuffed out candle
I can still hear you
you can’t take a shortcut
you walk towards my open earth
you want to bury yourself in me
but all you can do now is
throw dirt on my casket

© 8 March 2018
Cindy B. Stevens

#charcoal #fingers #OnionSkinPaper #casket #BeWriting #AmWriting #AmEditing #BookLove #Bookworm #BookwormForLife #Dream #IloveWriting #LoveWriting #Inspiration #IGpoet #IGpoetry #Poet #Poetry #PoetryBlog #PoetLife #PoetryLover #WritersOfInstagram #WritersOfIG #WritersCommunity #WritersCorner #Wordsmith #WritersNetwork #Write #Writing #HillsboroughNC
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05 February 2019

bare naked beauty

I don’t write many sweet poems, or whatever you want to call them:  flowery, sweet, fluffy, soft . . ..  But my poem titled “bare naked beauty” is one of those, so here’s the first stanza:

I Saturday shop on 9thStreet Durham
Blue Corn serves warmth and food
I watch snow magic cover concrete and dirty cars

© 7 January 2019
Cindy B. Stevens

#snow #magic #Durham #Saturday #BeWriting #AmWriting #AmEditing #BookLove #Bookworm #BookwormForLife #Dream #IloveWriting #LoveWriting #Inspiration #IGpoet #IGpoetry #Poet #Poetry #PoetryBlog #PoetLife #PoetryLover #WritersOfInstagram #WritersOfIG #WritersCommunity #WritersCorner #Wordsmith #WritersNetwork #Write #Writing #HillsboroughNC
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