Namaste blog family
It pleases me to say that someone on craigslist flagged and removed an ad of mine regarding one of my new projects. The reason I’m so happy about this, is because there was nothing about the ad that broke any craigslist rule. Someone literally read the call for submissions and had it deleted.
There’s already a scandal around my new project and it hasn’t even launched yet!
Yesterday I attended a PR Summit at the Grand Hyatt next to Grand Central Station. It blows my mind how much I taught myself firing up this tiny Internet corner to rant. Over the past four years I’ve connected with people all over the world. I’m incredibly fascinated by brands and how they work. Speading messages about them around the entire planet Earth also mesmerizes me.
When I was a little girl, we used to post letters. (more…)
Something exciting happened this morning blog family. I’ll tell you all more about it later.
Alas, sigh. As if I could ever stay away. Where else can I gossip about my book? Here are some pumpkins for you:
My darling sister Siki sent me the prompt “I am from…” a few days ago.
After a few days of stirring, meditating, wandering around and dreaming, I sat down with hot coffee this morning and wrote some fresh words. Thank you Siki for including me in the exercise, such a lovely phrase to begin with!
in order to be part of
“I am from…” was heard quietly. Leaves rustling. Harp strings. Distant.
You turn to another reflection pool, similar in shades of indigo and gold as all of the others you’ve seen. Every one.
You never considered where they were from, too encompassed by being part of such subtle ripples. Rolling shapes that flatten faster than they are formed. The constant motion of water.
It’s what you never doubted belonging to. (more…)
I’ve been angry as of late blog family, can’t lie. Livid, in fact.
There’s a random collection of instances bothering me. For example ex-boyfriends; the U.S. government shutting down because humans are predominately corrupt imbeciles; Miley Cyrus’s ass being on the front of any and every publication across the United States of America.
PS. The word “twerk” makes me throw up in my mouth. All I know is my Jamaican sisters have been shaking what Momma gave them far before any skinny white girl flapped her cheeks in booty shorts.
Exhibit A: (more…)
at first glance
There’s a girl on the other side of a Hell’s Kitchen courtyard who smokes cigarettes out of her window while I blow puffs of something much thicker.
And while I see her, I know she sees me, and it turns into this hide and seek game of ducking behind curtains while pretending to open and close sliding glass doors.
But it’s evident that we see each other. And while I am unable to hone in on her blinking at me, I still somehow sense the dust off of her eyelashes, and although she can’t see it, she knows I’m blinking back.
In fact, I might have even nodded. (more…)