I am "her" alter ego. I am the part that gets left behind when she goes off to get enlightened. I prefer to cavort and frolic anyway. She can walk through poppy fields in her prairie skirt, I'd much rather wear skin tight jeans and dance on tables. She can do her three day cleanse and drink her herb teas. I'll be downing Martinis Gone Wild and Devils on Horseback. And may I just apologize in advance for my randy behavior.
I've recently started adding recordings to some of my poems. All of which can be found here.
If you were only to read two things of mine I would pick these: The Little Box and my first naughty poem He Comes in Dreams. They show two very different sides of me.
If you'd like to read more about me, read the interview by MFB III.