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



25 February 2020

things I think about while comatose

This 14 stanza poem, “things I think about while comatose”, is about things I think about while comatose.  Here are stanzas one, four, six, and thirteen:

a hospital is worse than a bad neighborhood
a hospital is a bad neighborhood
vampires aren’t always devastatingly good looking
I try to bruise my garlic clove heart to keep them away from my blue pipes
they hemorrhage like Susquehanna and Allegheny Rivers bleed into the Bay and Gulf
~~~
I don’t ask my 5th grade bus-stop friend why she shaves her eyebrows
my morning screams wake me
but nobody hears
I see smoke
flames
but nobody sees
the inside of a guitar case resembles a coffin
plush like this bed
I know that fire isn’t real
but it looks really
real
~~~
I sit on a swing
watch the sky electrify the woods
hear air growl
break boulders
when I die
I’ll return
to my baseball cards clothes-pinned to my bicycle spokes
~~~
I still don’t know how long I’ve been here
I should end this
I can’t move
can’t stay
can’t leave
I only breathe

© 2 December 2019
Cindy B. Stevens

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19 February 2020

ghost lady

The first and last stanzas of “ghost lady”:


yesterday
she was a rickshaw
dragged through the city
her over-burdened wheels splayed
pebbled street-cracked spokes


tomorrow
she’ll stare as people pose
tomorrow
she’ll be stoned
tomorrow
her sisters will make her a statue
where rickshaws pass

© 29 November 2019
Cindy B. Stevens

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13 February 2020

no one knows

Here’s the third stanza of “no one knows”, a Pantoum poem, about a secret lover.  Sort of dark, don’t you think?
 
I discover his deceit
I can get away with murder
no one knows he has me
I point and pull the trigger

© 2 March 2019
Cindy B. Stevens

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07 February 2020

table grace


Here are a few lines from “table grace”:

I miss my favorite meal Mom used to make
I want pork chops
and cauliflower, a cheese-dripped wrinkled brain
now that Mom’s in Afghanistan, Aunt Sally tends our garden

when the house is quiet, I’m just a scared little girl
I know I’m the only one awake
most nights, I listen to the cuckoo clock strike
ten, eleven, twelve
I think it’s 8:30 tomorrow morning in Kabul
one o’clock my morning is the last I remember

© 31 May 2019
Cindy B. Stevens

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01 February 2020

Simon says



I’d like to share the eighth stanza of my ten stanza poem, “Simon says”:

Simon’s sister saw her psychiatrist this morning and was told she isn’t any better
Simon’s sister tells her psychiatrist:
there’s this one fence post
it stands by itself
not another fence post near but it
has barbed wire wrapped around it like
it used to connect
like
there used to be a fence

© 13 December 2019
Cindy B. Stevens

#fence #barbed #brother #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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