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The Sun shines on Opera
I will always remember my first visit to Glyndebourne. It was a Sunday and I was the countertenor in Westminster Cathedral choir, so I...
On Europe
This issue of our bi-monthly publication, The London Magazine, appears in the first week of June 2016. Less than three weeks later, on June...
‘William oure brother’: 23 April 1616
A month before the 400th anniversary of Shakespeare’s death, I’m walking along the banks of the Avon, the river running softly by my side....
My London
This is the 16th article in our regular series 'My London'.
I was born South of the river and spent my first eight years in...
To Listen
We are listening to the last of the cicadas,
In June we woke to their raucous applause,
drowning the first cockcrow, the dogs’ bark.
A raw euphoria,...
Ring of Brodgar
Asking a blessing
of stone.
Nestled in a blaze,
blue water and a cup
of soft heathered hills,
Orkney’s patchwork
spread at her feet
colours untangled by the sun.
If I pace...
Mother’s Ruin
Mother's Ruin won Third Prize in this year's TLM Short Story Competition.
‘Galileo was the one who thought the earth went round the sun . . .’
Not...
Icarus
Icarus won Second Prize in this year's Short Story Competition.
‘That morning, I think, we were both within an inch of learning to fly, or at least...
The Tulips
enter like a corps de ballet
crimson and violet
vivid as wax crayons.
Heads held high in expectation
they sense their moment
is about to come.
Arranged in a bourrée...
To Climb
from Latin ascendere: to rise. Ah! – worn down Delos,
you lie in the late sun, comatose. A million tourists
have zoomed in with their ipads...