hullo, i'm jojo. i like to host salons.
i do too much schtick about twatter, so i had to make a burlesque @ poetesss (the extra 's' is for saucy/sestinas)-- account for the stalking/gratuitous tweenage shots.)
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where i stash poem-requests. virt(ual) merch.
read my Boston Globe article! clickez-above!
"we all suspect the feel of threadbare velvet..."
presenting: words + scandale
choose your own adventure! ghazals in my garters, sonnets in m'stockings, villanelles...well, i'm the villanelling vaudevillian.
i aim to convince people that Betty Boop has come to life. i was an awfully nice little girl wearing trifocals, reading Proust, making masques for a theatre troupe and living in an attic (no really, this was my senior year of college to a tee) --until one day a cabaret crashed my nunnery and a circus interrupted my hermitude. c'est la vie. so now i shamelessly share my erotic sonnets and ditherings to anyone interested in being a little mo-lested in the process. (think Sally Bowles yammerings, sometimes in verse) i'm the extra broken (emphasis on functionality) costume trunk/trunk of the Saturn stowaway set-crasher sometimes emcee tag-along to Walter Sickert & the Army of Broken Toys . NOW i come complete with tenor ukulele & a set of skeleton keys! check out my calendar below to see where we're bringing the tiny instruments, bubbles and fancy knickers next.
i suppose i'ma comedic/poetic/ridic-ulous lounge act.
the burlesque poetess: hostess for all your salon & carnival needs.
speak easy, mister.
(is it ogle or oogle, anyway?)
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