Sometimes, she just played with a bass, a snare and a high-hat. Sometimes, the bass was optional.

And, sometimes, she would sing. Damn fine advice for certain folks.

Just some miscellaneous stuff I have collected over the years.

Check out this restaurant review by @bohopoetgirl. Since you likely know how great she is already, you'll be even happier to know page views and comments could help her win a prize from @bizzy.

http://blog.bizzy.com/bizzy-rec-check-the-stonehouse-restaurant

As a former cigarette smoker, this one really resonated with me, especially during Snowpocalypse Day Two. Thanks to @bohopoetgirl for allowing me to repost this piece originally published in BigCityLit.com in the Fall of 2010 (http://www.bigcitylit.com/bigcitylit.php?inc=fall2010%2Fbigcity_little).

Also, I would encourage all of you to check out her Tumblr. It is in my roll, but the address is http://bohopoetgirl.tumblr.com for those of you who just like to have everything delivered to your doorstep.

That first one with morning coffee was always my favorite....

The Best Cigarette

           for Billy Collins

There are many that I miss
Having flicked my last one over a balcony
One dark night, a firefly disappearing in the trees.
The obvious ones, of course;
After an evening joint, the double indulgence
As one fades to ash, two light up
And lean back, the end of a long
Exhale
At the end of a greasy breakfast
The day waiting to begin
Blue-grey haze curling and dancing from the ashtray
Or in a hot tub, resting an elbow on the edge
Holding the damp filter until it burns out.
It's a strange dichotomy, these moments
of flame and relief.
The most pure memories are mornings
When the next line keeps appearing
Through the tangle onto my computer screen,
Ingrid Michaelson in the background
and endless Miami sun.
I would grab for the pack without looking
Away, lighting up as I read my own
Words as if they were a letter
To myself, written
Long ago.
And it would be the exhale of breath
As I lean back in the chair.
Then I would be my own sunshine
All bright energy as I returned to work
My thoughts like beams of light
Whispering.
All the lines that brought me here
came from somewhere
Warm.
That was the best cigarette.
Smiling at the monitor.
Every ounce of light within
Shining on these words.