The coming of Trump

  Dignitaries will arrive in Washington and Trump will ask, Are you staying in town? At my hotel? I know an excellent steakhouse nearby. It’s the greatest. It’s beautiful. Trump, throughout his life and career, has tried to embody and encompass all things American. Trump University, an ode to Rockefeller, to Duke, the steaks, an…

Understanding Trump: wee-wee sex and hypocrisy

Trump woke up and thought, “Holy shit, I control the world,” long before he became President. For a long time he must’ve felt like a king, firing people and judging women’s beauty on stage, being revered by C-list celebrities and appearing as a cameo in all the hit films. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d…

2017: Drugs, death, science.

FOR A MAN WITH NO FINGERS, TIME IS IMMEASURABLE. Time with a capital T. Time in italics. Time, whispers the dealer to the school-child. It’s the eighth of January, the Christmas tree has gone, it’s raining and foggy outside, I’m stood waiting for the bus and I wonder if anyone else has ever waited for…

ON HATING POETRY

I used to despise poetry. I refused to read it, let alone write it. For three years I studied poetry at university, because for whatever reason, I was half decent at analysing the stuff. Plagued by “this happens because of this,” or, “don’t write that, you can’t do that in a poem unless you’re experienced,”…