23 August, 2021
Laborious jobs create the best artists. While the body is at work scrubbing, vacuuming or wiping, the mind is free to play with words. If nothing else, Somewhere a cleaner could exist solely to prove this point.
Poetry anthologies are often susceptible to thematic clashes. Somewhere a cleaner could’ve fallen victim to this trap. It would’ve been easy for this collection to do so, because the poets themselves held conflicting emotions about the topic. Some hated the work, others loved it – a few identified themselves as cleaners first, people second. Read more