Exiliado: The Armour of a Queer Canon (or La Que Puede, Puede)I don’t know what it is that initially struck me about the short video from an NPR Tiny Desk Concert that came up on my Instagram feed. On…Nov 8Nov 8
Exiliado: No HandsI’ve never had a dog until now. Well, we’ve had him since January, but I was waiting on a Green Card and only saw him in moments, between…Oct 23Oct 23
Exiliado: Leave Me AloneI visited Dennis Severs’ House last weekend. Not knowing much about it, I was surprised to find that it wasn’t just some sort of National…May 24, 2023May 24, 2023
Exiliado: Notes on Queer JoyTowards the end of last year, I co-hosted a writing course with poet, writer and academic Emma Filtness. A collaboration between the LGBTQ+…Feb 11, 2022Feb 11, 2022
Exiliado: Who Weeps for George Palao?The cupboard above the top of the stairs, in my grandparents’ Glacis Estate flat, was a dangerous wonder. The shuttered doors were swung…Nov 25, 20213Nov 25, 20213
Exiliado: Gibraltar’s MonstersOn the eve of Gibraltar Literature Week, there was a debate brewing across social media and the local press regarding whether a Gibraltar…Nov 11, 2021Nov 11, 2021
Exiliado: The E WordI used to work at a famous tea shop on London’s Strand. It’s not far from Gibraltar House. You could argue there’s nothing more English…Oct 7, 2021Oct 7, 2021
Exiliado: Il Mare, Il MareI’m not sure what compelled me to ask a friend if she had ever visited the Italian Church on Clerkenwell Road. I didn’t even know it…Sep 14, 2021Sep 14, 2021
Exiliado: HistoriaWhen I was growing up, we spent our summers in Spain. The first evening of our holidays would often begin in the car, somewhere on Devil’s…Jun 30, 2021Jun 30, 2021