Month: August 2016

Coffee with Haiku: Tone Death

Vivid seeking mind Mutes duality’s weave below To relight home’s path ©Copyright Stephen Tanham, 2016.

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Manannán’s Land Irish Myths of the Sea

Beautiful words and pictures from Ali…

Apologies #midnighthaiku

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Service suspended Blogger confined to sick bed Virulent virus

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The Bristly Hog: Ghost Dancer

I’m undergoing a kind of self-imposed emotional therapy at the moment, one that has nothing to do with my physical injury. I also have two ‘therapists’ in the wider sense of the word. The one looking after my lower left limb is located nearby in Kendal, the other is… rather more virtual. As often happens with emotional therapy, the associated synchronicities are coming thick and … Read More The Bristly Hog: Ghost Dancer

Well Hung – #writephoto

  In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. Well Hung – #writephoto It had started that most miserable of days, when, sodden with the constant June downpour, he had lost his way and found himself in a dark valley. Ahead of him was the strange hill. The second he saw it the hill reminded him of the head of a bird of prey. But, before … Read More Well Hung – #writephoto

#NoirWednesday: De-Sign-Err Protection…

Stuart’s response to #NoirWednesday …

Myopia #NoirWednesday

Sue’s response to #NoirWednesday

Over His Morning Coffee, a poem

A beautiful poem from Jamie Dedes.

Game of twos

A game of twos? the sky God said And in the hallowed halls of stone With single ear we heard his jest And wondered where our twin had gone ©Copyright Stephen Tanham, 2016.

Going west – the accidental tourist

Sue continues her Pembrokeshire diaries… The Silent Eye Frankly, I thought it appallingly bad planning. Could the town not have chosen a different day to ceremonially install their new mayor? It isn’t as if we hadn’t advertised our itinerary for the weekend, culminating with a visit to the Cathedral at St Davids and lunch in the refectory. In that order. But no… the Cathedral … Read More Going west – the accidental tourist

Papal Bull…

Going west – where ancient sites collide

Sue’s memories of our Pembrokeshire weekend continue… The Silent Eye Wreathed in mist and roses, the Mother greets those who visit the sacred spring of St Non. The little shrine to the Virgin was erected in 1951 when the Passionist Fathers restored and rededicated the spring, as if to leave those who walk the cliff-top path in no doubt of the deity from whom … Read More Going west – where ancient sites collide