by Steve Tanham
I had arranged to meet Alexandra on the seafront the next Monday morning. I explained that I would bring us take-away coffee, as I wanted to use the half-hour to do a large-scale drawing. I had hinted that additional footwear might be required and she looked quite incongruous when she arrived, in pin stripe suit and walking boots . . . “Only for you!” … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Sixteen
by Steve Tanham
“I’ve got you an extra coffee, in a take-away cup, because I knew you were going to be late, and I’m thoughtful like that . . .” I watched for her reaction. The word confusion was written across Alexandra’s face. I winced, inside – this was going to be a tough one. “But . . . but I’m not late!” she protested, looking at her watch … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Fifteen
by Steve Tanham
Stuart – Arch ‘historicon’ and subtly deceptive plotter, continues his preparations for next April’s Silent Eye workshop, Leaf and Flame (www.thesilenteye.co.uk)
by Steve Tanham
He never thought that on his last Solstice run He would be chosen Never dreamed that leagues could fall behind Leaving the others, younger mostly, In the dust of his tracks, farther, now, than his hearing. Ahead, the great rock soars up, black and massive Its winding path, dark strip in the pre-dawn light His feet, belonging to something else, Thunder like heartbeats along … Read More The Morning of the Eye of God
by Steve Tanham
The She Sentinel A small festival, where pilgrims, unknown to themselves, climb me Clutching children, adorned with picnics, They play And round my ragged peak, they stand and point their heads For the length of a heartbeat And wonder . . . But it was not always thus Over many years he changed my face Wrought outer magic on my … Read More The She Sentinel
by Steve Tanham
Dark Night of the Stone Freezing fingers clutch the silver cup The thin but faithful horse stands grace Equine feelings urge Gawain, “Go on” The mountain stream adds ice; its own Completing miseries’ embrace ——- How did we come to this, Gawain? His frozen thoughts; the pain, protest How did we seek a place unknown To pay the debt we shouldn’t own From Christmas … Read More Dark Night of the Stone
by Steve Tanham
Before Osiris We do not speak of death, he said Not here, where shapes of dread can hold no sway, And disappear at end of days; and mouths spit out their final hate, Then mute, come forth unto that silent gate ——- Come gentle soul, and rise, he said And let Anubis wash your eyes; clean fear away, from inner skies, until, forever leaving … Read More Before Osiris
by Steve Tanham
The view towards upper Wharfedale – another lovely photo from SmackedPentax
by Steve Tanham
The End of Time Whenever I think of Sandy I think, first, of his lined red face, his brightening smile And scrub and dust and boots, and thin cheroots And an old guitar that sings a while ———– No cares survived to scar his life Few needs, and too few friends preserved, pristine, his time But distant heartbeats feed, between the bottle and the … Read More The End of Time
by Steve Tanham
Alexandra was late arriving for our usual Monday morning coffee. She stormed into the coffee shop and slammed down the heaviest of her bags, making her less-than-hot latte shake in its tall glass tumbler. “Some people,” she fumed. “should never have be given driving licences . . . that taxi-driver is one of them!” If one can be said to sit down in anger, … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Fourteen
by Steve Tanham
Another amazing photo of one of our favourite landscapes from SmackedPentax
Sun in Gemini 
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