These are the girls randy enough to take on the '97 voyage...see them here before the callouses formed! This page gives you personality profiles and vital stats for the crew of Sister Spit's maiden tour--check out everyone's astrological sign and a sample of their writing. Do you see a relationship? You can also belly up to the '97 logbook to read about the summer's adventures, and you can find out what each girl's damage is by clicking on the "where is she now?" button!
Samuael Topiary

Sign: Taurus
Hometown: Englewood, NJ
First Concert: Aztec Camera, UB40 & Squeeze
Road Snack: Dried Apricots
Favorite Vice: Shoplifting


Elmira
Her eyebrows are like ships.
Her eyes are like mac trucks,
running over my face.


The Fall
The Fall
I do not like the Fall
because everyone in my family has died in the Fall
my cousin committed suicide in the Fall
my grandfather died in the Fall
my grandmother died in the Fall
The Fall.


Translimerick
I thought I was my mother's son
I thought I was her only chum
I thought I'd die
I thought I'd cry
I thought I'd beat her up inside
the girl, the doll
the wimp I was
the way I help my teet askance
the way I'd walk her in a trance
the way I'd make my brother grow
the way I'd beat him with a blow

I thought I was my mother's son
I thought I was what she could
ne-ver be.


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Michelle Tea

Sign: Aquarius
Hometown: Chelsea, MA
First Concert: Billy Idol
Road Snack: Truck Stop coffee + Instant Hot Chocolate = Road Mocha!
Favorite Vice: Delusions of Grandeur

from The Chelsea Whistle


I think that when you want things so badly it shows on your body. A smell like an animal smell. When you're young like that it's when you want things the worst and you don't even know how to hide it. You don't even know that it shows, like your slip hanging out from the hem of your skirt. The lump of your pad on the ass of your jeans. I had a reputation as a slut before I ever kissed anyone, and I understood even then that being a slut wasn't really about what you did, it was about who you were. Something invisible that wrapped all around you. It clung to my skin like the wet summer air and I didn't know how to shake it. I sat in it on my front steps, playing my music, my legs bare and skinny jutting out of my shorts.


*More Michelle*

Beyond Definition: New Writing From Lesbian and Gay San Francisco
Manic D Press, Blackman & Healy, Eds.

Signs of Life: Channel Surfing Through 90šs Culture
Manic D Press, Jennifer Joseph, Ed.

Virgin Territory II
A Richard Kasak Book, Shar Rednour, Ed.


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Ali Liebegott

Sign: Leo
Hometown: Newbury Park, CA
First Concert: Ziggy Marley & INXS
Road Snack: Pink Snowballs
Favorite Vice: Mentally Unstable Women

After Watching You Waitress

For A.

I reach for the top of your belt buckle
like a handrail, to steady myself
on the climb up the staircase
to knowing strangers better.

Clutching the steel, I bite you
and say, I dreamt we sat
on the side of a highway
cross-legged in a sewer ditch,
the June concrete crept up
the backs of our thighs,

and we traced each other's scars
like a favorite line in a favorite book,
reading the maps of each other's pasts-
every major interstate named
on your wrists by raised pink worms,
each cluster of small, back roads
precise white slashes across my shoulder.

I could smell the smoke
caught beneath your skin
and held it
sweaty in my hand
like a last subway token home,
wondering, is it still called arson
if you put cigarettes out on yourself.

Strange woman,
this licking of flesh,
gnawing at bone
is a restaurant I've been to before-
the taste of your struggle
in the back of my throat
long after I'm done devouring you.

still, I want to run
pushing branches from my face
to the deepest parts of you,
beg you to claw through my ribs
like wet webs,
crawl inside me and live-
only if you promise to rage,
uncontrollable.


*More Ali*

Beyond Definition: New Writing From Gay and Lesbian San Francisco
Manic D Press, Blackman & Healy, Eds.

Between the Cracks
Daedalus Publishing Comapany

Virgin Territory II
A Richard Kasak Book, Shar Rednour, Ed.

Ten California Poets
Arcade Poetry Project

A Bestiary
Fleabites Press


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Sara Seinberg

Sign: Leo
Hometown: Henrietta, NY
First Concert: Tears for Fears
Road Snack: Salt & Vinegar Potato Chips
Favorite Vice: MAC

at the movies


the first time they made us sit through the films i was in fourth grade. there was no sort of "kid's" version to show us, so we watched the "adult" one right then. the teacher and the rabbi told us if we got upset we could leave the class and wait outside in the hallway, where our hebrew writing excersizes were hung up on corkboard that i always took a chunk out of on my way to the bathroom. i couldn't leave the image of piles of jutting skin-covered bones being bulldozed into pits that those very bones had dug to try and go in the hall and take in colored pencil figures drawn by nine year old hands that went home to grilled cheese sandwiches and chocolate milk. i took in the death. i drank in those bones.


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Marci Blackman

Sign: Pisces
Hometown: Yellow Springs, OH
First Concert: Jackson 5
Road Snack: Rice Cakes with Peanut Butter & All Fruit
Favorite Vice: Coffee

from Uncle Nate's Last Days on Chagrin Avenue


It started in the final months of remission, the day Benny, his next door neighbor, left the house at 9:00 in the morning sporting a full Cleveland. Three hours later he returned “ driving a brand new two-toned Cadillac. Seemed someone at the IRS made a mistake; sent the guy a cashiers check for $30,000, "special" delivery.

Well, ol' Benny lost nary a step. He had been waiting for this day, expecting it. He had been as sure of the coming of this day as he was of the knowledge his hair would still be nappy every morning the "good Lawd" gave him the courage to wake up. Within minutes of the mailman placing that check in his hand, Benny was decked out in his best brown pin-stripe and a pair of twice-worn white patent leather shoes, topping it all off with a pearl white suede golf cap leaning sleepy eyed atop his head.

Not once did the thought this might be a mistake occur to him.


* More Marci *
Beyond Definition: New Writing From Gay and Lesbian San Francisco
Manic D Press, Blackman & Healy, Eds.

Signs of Life: Channel Surfing Through 90's Culture
Manic D Press, Jennifer Joseph, Ed.

Looapalooza '94
Manic D Press, Jennifer Joseph, Ed.



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Tara Jepsen

Sign: Scorpio
Hometown: Green Bay, WI
First Concert: Tesla & David Lee Roth
Road Snack: Cinnamon Bears
Favorite Vice: Overcooked Emotions

from Holiday Email One


For some reason I cannot stop making jokes about being fucked up with my brother The Rehab Guy. I spiral into these jokes so quickly that I go into overdrive and tell him that I'm sending the keg-o-rator with my dad so he can get drunk in the car on the way home. I don't know what the hell my problem is. I told him I am going back to San Francisco on Thursday because I need to pack for Wisconsin, clean out my studio, and get fucked up. He is laughing and after we talk about some other stuff and I am screwing around a lot finally he says You are fucking with me. Stop it. I say I'm not, I'm talking to you like a friend and he says no, you are fucking with me. So then I have to spend all this time proving that I am just having fun and not trying to lead him to mental ruin. Which is a recurring theme in our relationship.

So anyway, I hope you all actually get this note. This compuserve business is Greek to me.

Loving you is what I do,
Tara



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Sini Anderson

Sign: Scorpio
Hometown: Chicago, IL
First Concert: Boston
Road Snack: Beef Jerky & Pepsi
Favorite Vice: Budweiser

jesus is father god is grandfather
and i am
GOD'S MAN HOLE

SHE'S BABY SHOULD'VE BEEN BORN BLUE LOSER
EYES 100% WIDE - - - - - - - - - - - - GENUINE LOSER
SHE IS ALL THAT SHE CAN BE
BORN LOSER
MOTHERS A FUCKER
FATHERS A COP
BOTHERS A MUTE
SISTERS A DYKE
SMOKIN
DRINKIN
LEG SPREDDIN
JUNKIE
UNDEREDUCATED - - - - - - - - - - - OVER SELF-MEDICATED
PUSSYBLEEDIN
MIND EATIN - - - - - - - - - - - - - WHEELS TURNIN
SOUL SUCKIN
NON-BELEIVIN
SHE'S - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE TRACKS
AND THE LINES MARK HER ARMS

SHEšS GOT EYES LIKE FUCKIN JESUS WHEN SHE'S SHOOTIN
BLUE OCEANS - - - - - - - - - - - - WIDE
SUNK IN HER HEAD


NO ONE EVER TAUGHT HER TO SWIM
BABY BLUE BORN LOSER - - - - - - - - - -100%
SHEšS - - - - - - - - - -ALL THAT SHE CAN BE

TOOK THE FIRST SILVER SPOON SHE EVER SAW OUT OF
ANOTHER BABY'S MOUTH - - - - - - -BENT IT UP JUST RIGHT
SHOVED IT UP HER ASSHOLE - - - -FOR LATER USE
YOU SEE - - - - SHE KNEW SHE PICKED THE RIGHT HOLE
JESUS WOULDN'T BE CRAWLIN UP HER ASSHOLE
BUT HEšD BE SLEEPIN IN HER CUNT - - - - - - - -
STRETCHIN IT OUT FOR LATER USE

BABY BLUE EYES - - - - - - - - - - - - -100% WIDE
SHE IS - - - - - - - - - -ALL THAT SHE CAN BE

SHE'S A BORN BLUE LOSER
SHE'S - - - - - - - - -GOD'S MAN HOLE
AND I'VE GOT JESUS'S EYES.


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Eileen Myles

Sign: Sagittarius
Hometown: Arlington, MA
First Concert: Jan & Dean
Road Snack: 7-11 Microwave Burritos
Favorite Vice: Vanity

from Cool for You


When I was in grade school I ran for office. It was always the good kids who won, the brownies. One year I decided it would be fun to win. No one cared. I turned around to everyone and said vote for me. For what. Class president. Eyebrows raised. Okay they grinned. Pass it around they hissed. The nun was counting the votes. Hmmph she said writing it down. I heard my name. Eileen Myles. She kept thumping them down in front of Catherine who was squinting and writing. Put them on the board. Paula Dunkerly. 1. Everyone laughed. That was a joke. She was gross. Robert Pihl, 6. Eileen Myles, 43. Long pause. John Higgins, 8. Good boy. The nun walked up to the board. She looked at the figures. This is ridiculous she said. She erased my name. John Higgins is the new class president. She couldn't do this to me. She stared at all of us. I looked around. The room was quiet. The bell rang. Stand, she called out. We said our prayers.


*More Eileen*

School of Fish
poems
Black Sparrow

Maxfield Parrish/early & new poems
Black Sparrow

Chelsea Girls
fiction
Black Sparrow

Not Me
Semiotext(e)

1969
Hanuman Books

Bread and Water
Hanuman Books

Sappho's Boat
Little Caeser

A Fresh Young Voice From the Plains
Power Mad

The Irony of the Leash
Jim Brodey Books

American Poets Say Goodbye to the 20th Century
4 Walls Eight Windows; Codrescu & Rosenthal, eds.


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Harriet Dodge

Sign: Gemini
Hometown: Vernon Hills, IL
First Concert: Journey, Infinity Tour
Road Snack: Basic Crunchy Taco. TACO BELL
Favorite Vice: Butts

from Sailor


the girls were buying beer on a fake I.D. when i walked in to pay for the petrol. man, i figure the guy workin at that counter must have a deal going on with them cuz no way did they look anywhere near 21. one of 'em, the blonde, had some tight jeans on with some brown sandals and a purple tank top that said "BOOGIE" in silver glitter. she reminded me a little of that broad from all those john cassavettes movies, what's her fuckin' name? gena rowlands. remember, gloria? real nice tits. your basic perfection, 36 C. they were just knockin' around the tiniest bit and i could barely keep myself from reachin' right out and touchin' 'em real soft and nice. my goddamn mouth actually started to water if you wanna know the truth. i sure like a girl who knows how to use her most spectacular parts for gettin' ahead. never could figure out about using my own tits in that way and finally i just stopped trying.


*More Harriet*
Cookin' With Honey
Firebrand, Amy Schulder, Ed.


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Cherie Lee Bombardier

Sign: Taurus
Hometown: Abington, MA
First Concert: AC/DC
Road Snack: Cornnuts
Favorite Vice: Tom of Finland Drawings; Chasing Skirts

from Avocado Lady


She lowered herself onto me, put her arms around me in a choke hold. She is slight but her muscles are taut beneath her skin like a snake. Her shoulders are somewhat broad for her slight frame. Her skin is green and bumpy like an avocado. She is tall as me, sometimes taller. Sometimes she is gigantic, like she just walked off of a drive-in movie screen because it limited her amount of dimensions; sometimes she is tiny, I hold her in my palm like a cricket, she chirps because it is warm. When we fuck like this, her straddling my hips, impaled on my dick, I wrap my arms tightly around her, supporting her whole weight, and she grabs my face or my hair or hooks a thumb into my mouth, catching me like a fish to pull me closer to her mouth to devour my lips with her insistent teeth, and she thrusts into me, I lift her up and down, pull her into me, mash my face between her breasts, entwined, gasping, short of breath, sweat drenched, her hair hangs in her eyes wild in a way she's never allow if she was thinking about it, her pink lower lip hangs open a little, fuller, ripe, as if waiting for sound to escape.


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Sarah West

Sign: Pisces
Hometown: Falmouth, MA
First Concert: Talking Heads
Road Snack: Dough Boys!
Favorite Vice: Fag Porn

I was in the Chicago Midway Airport waiting to fly to S.F. I was moving to mecca and it was 5 in the morning. I had just finished drinking the largest cup of coffee you can buy at the airport - you know what airport coffee is like, it's like the Pabst Blue Ribbon of coffee, shoots right through ya and leaves you yawning. Brown hot water. I venture off to find a bathroom cause I've gotta piss like a racehorse, and that's when I start sweating. Not the coffee sweats, the I Gotta Go To The Bathroom In A Public Place Sweats. Let's see - the Women's Room. Feminine, suburbanite women who will stare, snicker, and humiliate me. The Men's Room - big, dumb jocks. I choose Door #2 without a second thought. I waltz in casual as hell, wait in line for a stall. I figure, men don't take too long... men don't take too long... men don't take too long. I have no idea what these guys are doing, sleeping shitting shooting up? Suddenly, an entire plane of Bears fans descends upon the windy city for the big game on Sunday...

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Sash Sunday

Sign: Taurus/Gemini Cusp
Hometown: Olympia, WA
First Concert: Beach Boys
Road Snack: Dorito's - Nacho Cheese Flavor
Favorite Vice: Bloody Marys in the Afternoon

!Roadie, Heckler, Driver, Merchandise Chick!
Meet Sash, the Ramblin' Roadshow's only official Roadie! There's not
really a lot to carry, so Sash'll be spending most of her time drivin' the van and drinkin'
plenty of beer - but not at the same time! Nope, Sash gets a little crazy, but really she's
a sensible, scientific sort, with a flair for mathematics and a love of ugly insects and
creepy fungi. Sash is also Sister Spit's traveling Heckler - a must for any spoken word show!
When not at the bar, you can find Sash at our merchandise table, hawking t-shirts, 'zines,
and all sorts Roadshow souvenirs. Stop by and say Hello - she don't bite!




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