TLM Issue

Fiction | Love After Love by Ingrid Persaud

I understand a kitchen. I’m not saying Miss Betty can’t cook. But give Jim his gym-boots. She hand nowhere near sweet like mine. Two of us coming home from work, same tired, so I took over the cooking three times for the week. As it’s Sunday I decided to do my nice steamed kingfish, callaloo [...]

Essay | One, Two, Three, Four by Craig Brown

Fame came with advantages. One quiet Sunday, the singer songwriter Donovan was sitting in his flat in Maida Vale when the doorbell rang. Paul McCartney had arrived, with his acoustic guitar. They smoked a joint or two. Paul played Donovan two songs he was working on. One of them was about a yellow submarine, and [...]