Anti-Laureate of the People's Republic of Cork

A complaint which has been heard by everyone who has spent a lifetime professionally around books, whether as a librarian or bookseller, edi...

Apologies to the one or two people who started to care about this blog. I'm afraid the pressures of readying several books for the pri...

There is a black feathered angel who has skin as pale as bleached vellum. His eyes are the blue of synthetic ice. He wanders the parquet flo...

It sounds like a legpull, devised by a young Trinity bard disgusted by the vulgarity of life as epitomised by Louis Walsh, Simon Whatis...

I'm conflicted over the Poetry Brothel. Here is their MySpace “about me” spiel: "The Poetry Brothel is the first...

Recently, in Paris, in one of the apparently not-talking-to-each-other Bay-area-related second-hand English-language bookshops I found mysel...