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



10 September 2020

tail feathers

random thoughts frequently run through me; “tail feathers” begins with a random line, shared here, along with the first and last stanzas:

 

tail feathers

 

I wonder if it hurts when a pigeon drags tail feathers on concrete

 

Jonathan Byrd’s song, “Father’s Day”, made me cry

not because my father’s gone

but because I don’t miss him

my feathers stir shame with cement in my bag of sand

because I miss his absence

 

 

sometimes, my wings sing lonely

my songs oil my feathers

oil will get me where I’m going

it won’t take me home

 

© 19 October 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

 
















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