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



14 April 2021

summer country dances


“summer country dances”, when finished, will be, if not a sweet poem, a bittersweet one.  Here are three stanzas:


wheels sing concrete

road joints drowse

slow tires half turn

they minuet this tarred

summer

country

trance

 

children surveil adults

their nods

winks

their shouted whispers

dust

dresses

dance

 

hay-bail cushioned blankets watch

an oaked scotch whisky reel

a hornpipe

fiddle

eyes flirt

fingers touch

turn

withdraw

 

© 5 January 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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08 April 2021

believe

Here’s one in progress; the current title is “believe”:

the girl feels weak today

her tears surface

she doesn’t blink

she hears piano music

sees feet through a glass wall

walk on the ceiling of the floor above

 

believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house

Acts 16:31 King James Version

doesn’t say healed

does she believe God will heal?

does it take her belief to heal?

 

her shoulders won’t hold her dress

it slips

exposes her fear

her coward

her shoulders hold those


© 7 April 2021

Cindy B. Stevens



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02 April 2021

Salomé means peace

I’ve left this piece alone for a bit more than a year.  I’ll come back to it next week.  Here are a few lines from “Salomé means peace”:

if I could pick my vessel

would I choose human

obey mother’s bidding

would I dance for my Antipas

 

if I could select

would I prefer immortal

I’d be glorious

everything I covet at my fingertips

 

except my fingernails are chipped

Antipas’ look tears me

because I must choose

 

© 7 March 2020

Cindy B. Stevens



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