by Steve Tanham
Perverse the eye That sees the wheel And learns to fear That Life can steal — By virtue of The four above We come to life And from it move — Arising bright From distant night We feed and grow And seek to know — Maturing strong Enduring long We make the world Reflect our song — But voice must fade Our notes degrade … Read More Perverse the Eye
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye Part Twelve of The Unseen Sea Maria is calmer, now, after their confrontation. The rawness of such encounters is draining, her father knows. Like all deeply personal interactions, they uncover forces deep within the psyche, the self. The advantage is that they still that psyche – the personality – for long enough to allow some real healing to occur. Real healing, … Read More The Unseen Sea – 12: A Passion for Perfection
by Steve Tanham
Greetings, Amathus How my heart leapt when I read the scroll your brave courier risked his life to bring. My own life has moved far from those innocent days when we gave that thin and trembling boy food and shelter. For several years we raised you as one of our own. I helped, of course, and watched and studied that intense boy with … Read More Facing Oblivion, Scroll Two
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Stuart France:
* Never look back! It is good advice, unfortunately, in story-telling this advice, when given, is never adhered to. Gilgamesh…Orpheus…Lot…Dr Faustus… They are all concerned with Soul. The Soul that turns to look back is caught in time. It is an intention thing, like trying to serve two masters, do not walk one way and look the other. There…
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye Part Eleven of The Unseen Sea “You didn’t listen–you never listen!” Maria is angry. Grandad Lucca has seen it many times. Recent events have, of course, made things worse. Maria has opened the gates and it floods at her father, the only other person in the house. “It’s not much to ask – just don’t fill her little head with all … Read More The Unseen Sea – 11: An Angry Woman
by Steve Tanham
Greetings, high priestess Camma Where my heart would speak I must make my rank as Roman soldier talk in bitter tones. I long to place my arms around you, once again, and protect you from what is coming, but we have little time. Suetonius Paulinus, a veteran of campaigns in North Africa, and much honoured in Rome, makes his way north, in haste, and … Read More Facing Oblivion, Scroll One
by Steve Tanham
In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. Now, briefly, you see me – #writephoto “Money?” he smiled. “How much money do I have?” He laughed, in the way that the super relaxed, super rich, super smooth can do… His eyes twinkled as he scanned my hopeless innocence. “Let me see…” He reached for the decanter containing the single malt. “Imagine,” he said, the smile … Read More Now, briefly, you see me – #writephoto
Sun in Gemini 
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