Author: Joan Keiter

I am an American writer, comic, clown and bouffon currently residing in York, England. I worked as a stand-up comic in New York for 10 years before moving to Europe. I lived in Paris for two years where I studied and performed clown with The Clown Companie, Ira Seidenstein’s International School of Acting and Clown and The Improfessionals. I studied and performed bouffon with the International Performing Arts Network. Her teacher was Eric Davis, a clown with Cirque du Soliel and master bouffon, The Red Bastard. In Paris I developed my bouffon, Joan Six Pack, which parodied the stereotype of how the obnoxious American tourist is perceived abroad. She is still working with this character in England. My first book, Happy As Larry, has just been published.
I stayed out there on that cliff for 42 nights, waiting for a message from beyond. My husband said I was mad and begged me to come home with him. It was the dead of Winter, after all. He bought me two fisherman knit sweaters, a torch, a thermal sleeping bag and twice a day a a basket full of food. The morning basket, a pot of porridge with honey and a pot of coffee. At night, a chicken soup, rye bread and whiskey. He loved me, he said, on a note on the bottom of every basket. But, I wouldn't leave until it returned, the bird that took Abigail. Stephen was with me when it happened. He said the bird was grey with an orange beak, but I knew it was black and the beak was the same. Stephen pointed to a spot 100 yards out to sea when the Coast Guard asked for the instructions as to where to search. But, I was certain the bird landed on a craggy island of rock, to the left, which the sailors said didn't exist. But who's to say what exists? In the hospital they told me, in the form I knew myself all those years. That I was better than the other person who believed that they had a baby named Abigail and a husband named Stephen.