Jonathan PizarroExiliado: 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
Jonathan PizarroExiliado: 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
Jonathan PizarroExiliado: 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
Jonathan PizarroExiliado: 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
Jonathan PizarroExiliado: 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
Jonathan PizarroExiliado: 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
Jonathan PizarroExiliado: 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
Jonathan PizarroExiliado: 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