Wrestling Emily Dickinson

Life and soul are you? Everybody's mate? Top bloke? Everybody's got a good word for you? Big deal. Nobody looks too close when th...

London is burning. I don't live by the river. But I see what's happening and I read the rumours on Twitter, the horrible photos and ...

Some time ago on this blog I mused on whether the linguistic experiment of adopting gender-neutral pronouns, such as 'hir', 'ze...

I went on holiday by mistake - or at least on the spur of the moment - this week, hopping up to the Lake District town of Staveley with a fr...

Yes, I did delete the poem in the last post. That's coz I entered it in a competition and was worried the organisers might consider a po...

As you might surmise from the relative silence on this blog in recent times, I've been busy. June has been a hectic month, with lots of ...

One of the nice things about blogging is that you don't always have to keep to your beat. So while this blog mainly concerns itself with...