Seven kids, but not one pair of crimplene trousers between them. No sliding into midlife crises for these forty-somethings. When they’re not out there performing their extraordinary two-woman poetry show, they’re burning the midnight oil crafting brand new material; sassy, sad, sexy and sometimes downright sinister. Catch them if you can: they’re to die for. Watch The Disps live @ Write Angle, below.
