- Impudence! Impudence! Impudence! (No. 1)
Hazlitt in fact and fiction [review-essay]
- Death and the Irish canon (No. 2)
Declan Kiberd’s Irish Classics [review-essay]
- ‘None of us likes it’ (No. 6)
The peculiar position of the poet-critic [review-essay]
- Terrestrial variations (No. 12)
Notes from Hull [essay]
- Aliquots of fatigue and ebriety (No. 15)
Introducing a new literary genre [aliquote]
- E.M. Cioran and the art of disgrace (No. 27)
The great Romanian aphorist and his indefensible past [review-essay]
- Bubbling under (No. 28)
On Hull and the floods [essay]
- On the trail of the night parrot (No. 33)
A sojourn in Australia [travel]
- The work of the abscess (No. 35)
Letters of the young Samuel Beckett [review-essay]
- Dark and true and tender (No. 44)
The pubs of Hull – all 254 of them [essay]
- ‘He who is Gaelic will be Gaelic always’ (No. 45)
Myles na gCopaleen and the Gaelo-fascists [essay]