by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye To the small creatures that call the tree home, we are no more than a temporary addition to their landscape. Spiders and beetles wander over our legs or drop from our hair as we rest with our backs to the trunk, feeling the sleepy life of the tree through our spines. Our world is in the darkness and we are grateful … Read More Shadows
by Steve Tanham
Old Man of Fontcalvy — The monk, long served, arises Bathed, through shutter’s lid In single beam of golden light The last such kiss he will receive An echo of that given, late, By parting Father Abbot True friend of forty years Beneath the blocks That now shield ageing flesh From withering sun’s ordeal. — Alone, at last, the old man of Fontcalvy Surveys … Read More Old Man of Fontcalvy
Sun in Gemini 
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