Have you ever worked the night shift? Or weekends? Or holidays? Or even the very early morning?
Oh, if you ask, “Which night shift – the one till midnight or the one that begins then?” – more compactly expressed as second or third shift – you already understand.
These experiences infuse the poems of my Night Owls & Early Birds collection. It’s a world apart from the conventional work world that has nights and weekends and holidays free.
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