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



27 November 2019

breathe on me

Three lines of an eight line poem, “breathe on me”:

I like when he stands behind me


breathes on my neck
scruff scratches smooth

© 25 August 2019
Cindy B. Stevens

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21 November 2019

after the wedding

Here are the first two and last two lines of “after the wedding”, an eleven line poem:

a black dress woman undresses the brides
in front of the windows beside a red light

they’re stiff and they’re stoic
they can’t see with their eyes

© 21 September 2019
Cindy B. Stevens

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15 November 2019

fishing

“fishing” is a short poem; I’m sharing five lines:

I want to be a caught fish
a found sheep
I want a new name
a new life
new eyes

© 18 October 2019
Cindy B. Stevens

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09 November 2019

a domestic engineer

Here are three stanzas from “a domestic engineer”, which has been finished for a while and will be in my next collection:

Home-Ec taught that cakes fall
make it perfect
smooth frosting over cracks
slather more over the German chocolate
until it stands prize worthy

I try to escape while I iron
a button-up starched shirt waves its arms
makes demands from the counter
towers over the ironing board
I soothe the yoke
careful to not scorch the starch, I run steam over wrinkles
they scream and hiss

refrigerator tosses salad greens
cork bits float in red wine
supper has done its prep-time when
the train whistles from the driveway
a clatter of boots at the back door
his eyebrows frown below his forehead drawn with lines
I stay for eyes that dare me to leave

© 5 November 2017
Cindy B. Stevens

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03 November 2019

my daughter; Jessica; infant casket

In May of this year, I posted a few lines from “infant casket”.  It’s been revised and I’m sharing again, preceded with portions of “my daughter” and “Jessica”.  These poems form a trio in my new collection.

One stanza from “my daughter”:

she helps me from the table
hem pins prick my legs
as I leave the room
Mama says
“I hope you have a daughter
just like you”.

© Cindy B. Stevens
23 July 2017


Two stanzas from “Jessica”, which was published in The Phoenix, Issue 60 © 2019, literary journal published annually through Pfeiffer University:

birth pain kidnapped me
but I wouldn’t scream
she emerged
from my cloud
silent

in my dream Jessica’s five years old
she laughs
plays with her angels
tilts her head back
fastens her eyes
on me
two days prior to yesterday


A few lines from “infant casket”:

two men carry a princess through the crowd
she wears her only pink dress
my groundskeeper carries a ladder
hedge clippers
I gaze over my manicured hedge
covet
a wild rose who doesn’t belong to me

© 29 June 2019
Cindy B. Stevens

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