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Baltimore’s energy is incredible!

Last night I went to the Organic Soul Open Mic in Baltimore. It happens every 3 months at the Downtown Cultural Center, which is a great space. I’ve been to a lot of open mics, and each one has its own vibe, but I gotta say, this one seemed special. Maybe I’m just not familiar enough with Baltimore and all their open mics are this live. Or maybe after the events of the last 2 weeks, everyone just needed to release. The crowd was engaged and supportive of each artist. The house band was killing (former members of Fertile Ground, a Baltimore band you need to know).

I sang Chaka Khan’s Sweet Thing, one of my favorites. It was all love. Thank you Baltimore!  Shoutout to my Recording Academy chapter member Von Vargas for snapping a photo. I’m horrible at documenting things lol.

Just performed at the #OrganicSoul open mic in #Baltimore. Did some Chaka Khan. It's live in here! Thanks for the love #Bmore And thank you @vonvargas for the photo!  #openmic #livemusic #musicshowcase #dmv #vocalist #CecilyEP #Cecily #oldsoul #freshvoice #ChakaKhan #SweetThing #springtime #legsout
#OrganicSoulTuesdays #BmoreLove #sangin #springtime #legsout 

National Poetry Month – 7

Flower Girl

I had a dream I was a tulip: pink & perky, blooming in the rays of your gaze. I awoke from this floral dream to find myself crippled by clutter: stacks of paper piled high, sprinkled bits of broken jewelry, flailing sirens zipping by. I hear you whisper, “This life is an unholy alter for you, God’s most delicate creation.” I feel my soft pink wings catch the wind of your breath and fly me back to my home of moist earth. I will wait for you here, basking in late summer sun, hosting honey bees & tattooed butterflies. One day I’ll know you beyond the dream, hear your footsteps as you stroll on cobblestoned paths. And if the leaves start to fall before you approach, I’ll be here next year. You already know, my spirit is a pink-stained perennial.

Poetry…untitled

I tend to write a lot while at others’ shows. Live music inspires me. I just saw the band Phox perform, and I wrote this little thang… :-)

Your face was lost somewhere between something sweet & something soft,
And I was floating somewhere between the stratosphere & the treetops.
Problematic speech far away, somewhere under a thin layer of dirt,
Just beginning to sprout.

Much Love,
Cecily