Joan Arling lives alone, having scared off too many people
with her black leather butch-in-the-streets motorcycle outfit.
When she is not busy escaping frustrated police officers
in cars dwindling in her rear view mirrors, she's been known
to read real books (those made of paper, if anyone can remember)
as well as online stories. She is also notorious for mistreating
her four guitars -- she calls it music, but those who have been
witnesses know better.
Her stories and poems are a mix of real life experience and
unchecked phantasy... Readers are invited to guess what is what.
And yes, she thinks that "colour" is the right spelling.
