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



30 August 2021

morning worship




a sinful sky

before dawn

birds, coyotes

muffled songs

fondle trees

my ears, my eyes

call

reply

 

© 12 September 2020

Cindy B. Stevens


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25 August 2021

General Pershing's horses

Not a poem, but something I find pretty cool.  I’m in the process of packing our home to move to our retirement home.  Culling, saving, etc.  My paternal grandfather loved to take photographs.  Here’s one of his cousin, Nicholas Davies, with General Pershing’s horses, about 1939.






24 August 2021

Edgar Boulai

 

I received the name “Edgar Boulai” in a dream in 2015, along with this very short scene.

 

Edgar Boulai

 

the grill wears a wound

matter of pride

 

my compadre nervous

pistol bullet flies wide

 

pierces the grill work

of Edgar Boulai

 

© 12 September 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

 



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18 August 2021

easy

somedays
sometimes
I want easy

© 6 August 2021
Cindy B. Stevens

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12 August 2021

11,860 days

I’ve nothing after 11,860 days

except

papers in 

the file folder from 

the file cabinet

 

initial newspaper report

Algiers Point

Bermuda Street

day after newspaper details

co-workers’

neighbors’

reluctance

 

death certificate 

a letter from me to him and Steve

a letter to him from Sam

postmarked

11,860 days ago

 

police department contact info

a list of names

phone numbers

somebody might know things

handwritten notes

police conversations 

detective inquiries 

 

11,860 days

nothing

 

© 12 August 2021

Cindy B. Stevens




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06 August 2021

labyrinth

I found this poem in my archive written during 2012 and revised this morning, before breakfast tea.

 

dream from 12 May 2012:  I was wandering, came across a small, neglected field, and noticed a statue in one corner.  It was a knight on his horse who had fallen over.  I tried to right the knight.  Carvings in stone surrounded the corner where he lay.  Stone carvings of the knight.  I stepped back, turned to view the field, and saw the ancient labyrinth.)




labyrinth

 

oh, labyrinth of ancient time

 

I walk your paths

 

look what I find

 

the knight who in your northwest curve

 

stands as stone

 

sad countenance

 

masked with fierce loyalty

 

while beneath his steed’s hooves

 

runes, ancient carvings speak

 

of pilgrims past, who long ago

 

walked these grassy turns

 

© 6 August 2021

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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