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



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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