HIS – Exhausted

This week I’m sharing poems from the first and last shift in a run of three nights. Closes are physically tiring, there’s a lot of moving crates of equipment and supplies around, as well as deconstructing the kitchen for deep cleaning, and all of this typically comes at the end of an 8-9 hour shift.

Gluck – An Emotional Response To Queer Art

So apparently I decided this blog was too tightly focussed (on poetry, comedy, mental health, LGBT+ issues, kink, and feminism). Because today I’m going to try something a little different. I’m going to write about one of my favourite paintings, and the extraordinary artist who created it. I should make it clear that I am