the burlesque poetess(s)

jojo’s paintbox presents: ART for Aliza’s Brain Trust.

{mlle.tumblr x-post} i’m selling high quality card stock prints of my portraits of Aliza Shapiro/Heywood Wakefield. Your donations go straight to Aliza’s Brain Trust to support this pillar of light/life of the Boston community, aiding her ongoing medical/living expenses as she recuperates from a cerebral hemorrhage and stroke. (Read more here)

The donation amount is up to you, but here’s my suggested minimum donations to guide you. Click the donate button under the portrait you fancy! Don’t forget to include your poemlet/watercolour-let requests in your additional instructions if you pay for those…

$7-$11 gets you a lovely signed print (incl. shipping)
$12-$15 for a print + separate $1 personalized commissioned poem from your burlesque poetess/wordsmithy. Any topic!
$16-$25+ for a print, $1 poem & petite watercolourlet/drawing of your devising!

Brown bagterpiece Aliza :

Orangeiza :

Watercolourwreck :

of course if any of this Donate-button/paypal shenanery confuses, drop a comment below here on tumblr or email me and i’ll discuss with you privately/send you an invoice. :) no worries! Thanks for reading/gazing/supporting! xojojo

P.S. stay tuned! i may add Aliza-stickers to the mix! and am hoping to vend these at the next Traniwreck…

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poem-a-day week13 (tiny instruments, big/glam songs)

July 26-August 1, 2010 week13: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

sorry for the tardy poem-a-day archival…i believe the teaser is self-explanatory/excited. NEW ENGLANDER poetesss.tumblr readers! you are most cordially invited to the premiere of “meff ‘n jojo’s tiny instrument revue!” this coming Thurs. 8/12 at a legit. delic’ absinthe bar— Nick’s in Worcester, MA. i’ll be doing some vaudevillian verse, ukulele, and of course burlesque poetessing. with zine-merch. niblets and a new one in Bowie-ku. i will say no more! xo

89. July 30, 2010 (fri.)

i woke up with a dream of a ruffled
Elizabethan ruffian costume. Courtier
busking, poetry for poppenjays.

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On a porch in Watertown we get
in touch with our tiny inner skeezoids,
That’s me in E minor! That’s me in the spot

-light losing my back to A minor…
After rehearsal, a suburban hot date
complete with shopping for boy

-cut ladies underthings. Cupping
one another in the strapless negligee
aisle. i guess we are the same bird

cage, giggling and ribbing.
At my first trip to Friendly’s, crayons
and a root beer floats

to table by a waiter that could’ve
been a Backstreet Boy. When
we leave the parking lot, honk and cheer

at the purple-haired andro preteen
darting dangerously across four lanes
of traffic. Don’t let the squares keep you
down!

the rest of the poems li(v)e below!

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