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.

—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 2021

I won't



I’m calling this a list poem.

Here are eleven lines from I won’t:

 

I won’t make the bed today

I’ll get up, but

 

I won’t pull the drapes, but

I’ll open the windows

 

I’ll get dressed, but

I won’t put on my shoes

 

if I walk in the bedroom today

if I feel like lying down

 

I won’t need to remove my shoes

close the drapes

unmake the bed

 

© 8 January 2021

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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19 February 2021

prodigal



Seven lines from prodigal:


he’s a prodigal

a prodigal who won’t return

doesn’t want to

won’t

ever

 

can a prodigal be a prodigal if he

will never return?

 

© 9 January 2021

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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13 February 2021

I love

It’s almost St. Valentine’s Day.


Here are the first, third, and seventh stanzas from I love:

this man

fun

kind

maddening

loyal

he’ll love me when my face

is decrepit paint

 

I love this man loves me when I am a bad weather morning

when I am more than just rain

I am lightning           thunder          deluge            mudslide

I am a hurrirain

I love he rolls his eyes when I make up words

 

he makes me want more

secrets

a sleepover nightcap

tomorrow morning breakfast pajamas on the patio

I brush against beauty each time we pass in the kitchen

 

© 10 January 2021

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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07 February 2021

I want to forget I'm not enough


Here’s my opening stanza and the fourth from

I want to forget I’m not enough:

 

I’m not Jesus

I can’t continue to knock

knock

knock again

when someone doesn’t want to open their door

 

I’m not enough isn’t quite as bad as it was when I cared

it’s worse when I’m quiet

when I’m shaving away old cheese

when I tap my screw driver on the edge of a sink

watch flecks of rust fall on white porcelain like

dried blood

 

© 18 August 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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01 February 2021

supplicate

This poem is still in edit mode.  Don’t know when I’ll be satisfied, because I find stuff to edit even after pieces are published. 


Here are some lines from 4 stanzas of supplicate:

my feet splosh putrid water

throw me a titanium rescue chain

draw me from my well dregs

 

I’m dichotomy

I’m devout

I’m detached

I’m kind

I’m callous

 

titanium seizes me, a treasure it presumes I am

 

I’m nothing

I’m everything

I’m nothing at all

I’m every

single

thing

 

© 1 January 2021

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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