(Chromo)Y+Y = +sumgain
I’m in a weird mood. Maybe this visual poem shows that. Normal service will be resumed once I have this bee out of my bonnet.
The third piece about the 80’s HIV crisis. It’s been weird writing about this stuff and has brought up some awful memories. I guess this can be seen as ‘therapy’ … Continue reading
Learning Shame and Anger in the Midst of a Moral Panic.
I’m often asked why I don’t write more about being queer. I find this to be an odd question. As far as I’m concerned, all of my poetry is queer … Continue reading
Hotel. Birmingham. 18.8.17. (The Treachery of Mirrors)
The first non-Kelvin based writing I’ve done in about seven months. Be gentle, I;m still not awake. Hotel. Birmingham. 18.8.17. (The Treachery of Mirrors) It’s 6:15 and … Continue reading
It wasn’t until years later that i pieced together the barbs and puffing chest at the mention of his name…