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Published poet, short story writer, and now novelist! My 1st eBook The Playgirl is out now!

Happy Birthday, Maya

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Posthumous birthday wishes today to one of my idols, Maya Angelou! Don’t be surprised that I own a Maya shirt and those books (all thrift store finds, natch).

I can post one of her many great poems or quotes here, but I know I’ll be doing a lot of that here over time, let’s be real. Instead, here’s a clip on her meeting 2Pac for the first time (from her American Masters episode). This interview still tickles me. Six-pack lolol

These Cool Poems (4.1.23)

The month of April honors two of my favorite things: jazz and poetry! In a way, they go together, so here are a couple of poems that combine my two faves.

Langston Hughes – 1901-1967

Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
     I heard a Negro play.
Down on Lenox Avenue the other night
By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light
     He did a lazy sway . . .
     He did a lazy sway . . .
To the tune o’ those Weary Blues.
With his ebony hands on each ivory key
He made that poor piano moan with melody.
     O Blues!
Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool
He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool.
     Sweet Blues!
Coming from a black man’s soul.
     O Blues!
In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone
I heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan—
     “Ain’t got nobody in all this world,
       Ain’t got nobody but ma self.
       I’s gwine to quit ma frownin’
       And put ma troubles on the shelf.”

Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor.
He played a few chords then he sang some more—
     “I got the Weary Blues
       And I can’t be satisfied.
       Got the Weary Blues
       And can’t be satisfied—
       I ain’t happy no mo’
       And I wish that I had died.”
And far into the night he crooned that tune.
The stars went out and so did the moon.
The singer stopped playing and went to bed
While the Weary Blues echoed through his head.
He slept like a rock or a man that’s dead.

(OK, that poem is more about the blues, but jazz and blues are similar, and Langston was a total jazz head.)

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Also, not jazz related, but, in honor of National Poetry Month, I got a little surprise that I’ll soon reveal here (and on my social media channels). Stay tuned!

Quotes Of The Moment (3.31)

Happy Transgender Day Of Visibility! 🏳️‍⚧️ ❤️Proud to be an ally.

From heinous anti-Trans laws going through legislation in this so-called “Land of the Free” to transphobia still shamefully on the rise, now more than ever (sorry for the cliche) the Trans community needs our support and appreciation!

For more on TDoV, GLAAD’s got you covered: https://www.glaad.org/tdov

And…

It may be the end of Women’s History Month, but no matter what the month or day, always remember the message on Xtina’s shirt. (Twenty years after seeing that in an old issue of US Weekly and I still want her shirt!)

I Adore: These Scents!

In honor of National Fragrance Day today, here’s a list of my all-time favorite scents!

Chanel – Coco Mademoiselle

This along with my last mention on the list is vying for my Best Ever Fragrance title. It lasts the whole day on me and then some. A few sprays on my clothes and I’ll still smell it the day after without any refresher. I can’t get enough of its bold floral notes that gives me vibes of the woman who has it all (money, looks, lifestyle, etc.), but somehow I resist in spraying it on every single day. (Although some of that is necessary as my day job recommends us to not wear heavy perfume.)

Chloe (Original)

I feel like Chloe is Mademoiselle’s younger, lighter floral sister that caters to those who want to channel their inner Cher Horowitz. I turn to this more during the warmer months, and it will be a total experience if I’m wearing it and some creep tries to flirt with me, then I shove him the fuck out and I go “as if!”

Tom Ford – Black Orchid

MY scent for when Autumn has arrived (officially or unofficially) or when I feel like being a vamp or rebel girl. Also goes great when I wear my faux leather jackets.

Estee Lauder – Pleasures

Along with Elizabeth Arden’s Sunflowers and Calvin Klein’s CK-One, Pleasures transports me back to a more almost-carefree time that was the mid 90s. (I say “almost-carefree” because I was on the verge of teenhood then, and my pre-teens years were no blissful walk in a sunny park either.) The gorgeous Liz Hurley (then the face of Estee Lauder, above) in the ads, peak Simpsons on the tube, and there was no such thing as cell phone addiction. *sighs* (Surely not with the bricks that were mobile phones then!)

Gucci – Envy Me

If there’s a perfume that captures the mid to late 2000s for me, it’s Envy Me. I still have the bottle from when it was last sold eons ago, and I still got some left, but that remaining half-ounce is precious commodity. Even a whiff of it takes me back to some fun club-hopping nights, living it up like I was a 2000s-era wild-child starlet a la Lindsay and Britney. Shame that it got discontinued, and while some suggested that Versace’s Bright Crystal is its modern replacement, the vibes (and scent) just aren’t the same.

Dior – J’Adore (vintage editions)

The current version of J’Adore was my jam until I bought an old bottle of it from Mercari on a whim last year. The perfume was from 2003 IIRC, and its smell is far different than its current version. Its floral notes are sweeter, less alcohol-y, and, yes, longer-lasting. Impressive considering that it’s been bottled for now 20 years and it still hits pleasantly. Comparing the old and new versions was where I learned first-hand about perfume reformulation. Why Dior had to change J’Adore’s formula over the years is a head-scratcher to say the least. (That’s not the only dubious move Dior has made, as evident by their, ahem, current face of Sauvage, but that’s another story.) I’ve since bought two more vintage bottles of J’Adore (thanks to the eBay for selling them–albeit in used but very good condition–at very reasonable prices), one of which supposedly came from its debut year in 1999. The smell defines wow. Like with my music, movies, and fashion, in J’Adore’s case, old school is far better than the new school.

These Cool Poems – “IWD Edition”

Happy (almost belated) International Women’s Day! I may be late in this (Wednesdays are usually my Mondays in terms of work week, and let’s just say I had a helluva busy “Monday”), but celebrating strong, fearless, and creative women is not limited to one day in my book. In honor of this special day, two poems from two of my idols!

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Poems courtesy of PoetryFoundation.org 
ETA: since copying and pasting the poems above word-by-word from the linked site didn’t display properly for me, I chose to use images of the poems instead.

Born To Be Bad

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The amazing Mae West once said “good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere.” Guess I’m going everywhere this time around with the new candle I have lit and the book I’ll be reading to go with it. The book was a thrift store find; a book with “Bad Girls” in the title that actually features actual bad women (of the Wild West, in this case) is an automatic buy for me. (I also got it to counter all the hackneyed bad boy crap I’ve been seeing from entertainment lately.) While the author makes it known that their stories are based on both fact and folklore, it’s still all intriguing. I just started the book, and I gotta say that Ma Stefflebeck is one bad mutha.

As for the candle, I’m glad it packs a very good throw because I’m enjoying its blend of floral/musky notes. Like a true bad girl, it’s desire and danger in one inviting package. Thanks to a Black Friday sale last year, that candle is one of many candles I own from Bad Ass Candles, a woman-owned company from Texas. If you like your candles paraffin-free, clean-burning, and smelling good in your hood and also want to support a small, woman-owned business for this Women’s History Month and beyond, Bad Ass Candles is where it’s at!

The Day-Trip: Santa Cruz

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I was supposed to post this yesterday. Then my place got some snow–something I haven’t seen up close in yearsand I got fascinated, to say the least. 

Another weekend has begun for many, and while I have to wait till Sunday night for my weekend to start, I can always look back at how I spent last weekend. If you’ve been following me on my Twitter or Instagram, you’d know I spent President’s Day weekend in the stunning seaside city that is Santa Cruz. I shared a few pics there, but I got plenty more here after the jump. 

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