Wrestling Emily Dickinson

 What you have to understand, what you already do understand if you would stop lying to yourself, stop reassuring yourself that everything y...

Tonight, at the Cumberland Arms, the pub which has been the lynchpin of the Newcastle poetry scene for decades, they're holding the firs...

 What's this? A sequel ? I used to piss in the gents. I don't mean pre-transition: I mean, when the queue at the British Museum  sna...

  I don't know what to say: today a bill was passed in Tenessee  to force businesses that serve people like me to hang a sign up on thei...

 You can blame Jonathan Meades for this one. Time is a Flat Cercle   The old man’s back again: back in the barrister’s body, called down fr...

It occurred to me that some of you may have been wondering what I was up to while this blog was on radio silence for a few years. Probably t...

I wasn't planning on writing about the situation which arose at the weekend again, but sometimes the universe drops something in your la...