Dark Humour – Sun in Gemini

February 9, 2021 + #Cats, #Collie dogs, #FurryFives, #RagDollCats, #Silenti, Cats, Collie dogs, Consciousness, Dark Humour, Dementia

Books, coffee, knowing things…

by Steve Tanham

(This post is 600 words, a five-minute read) I loved the image… I’d credit its creator if I knew where it came from; but there it was in my in-tray. The cool black cat with the importantly steaming mug of coffee, and an engrossing book with covers in my favourite colour… all of it pushing back the awfulness of an English February. There’s a … Read More Books, coffee, knowing things…

December 22, 2020 + #Silenti, Collie dogs, Dark Humour, English Lake District, humour

Cats, Dogs and Christmas

by Steve Tanham

As we approach the end of it, I wanted a recent photo to sum up this dreadful year; but one which had hope in it – and an element of fun, despite the deluge of bad news we seem to face daily. This is not me trying to be heroic. It’s simply a photo taken on Sunday by my wife, Bernie, during a rain … Read More Cats, Dogs and Christmas

January 14, 2020 + #Silenti, Dark Humour, humour

The Helmet in Morrisons’ Sink: Monday 13th January

by Steve Tanham

I could have shown you a picture of my motorbike lying on its side in the car park, but that might have been too brutal… “It’s not for everyone, the Advanced Rider Course,” my examiner was saying as he helped me recover the Honda 750NT from its prone position in a corner of Morrisons’ huge car park on the outskirts of Kendal. “It’s rather … Read More The Helmet in Morrisons’ Sink: Monday 13th January

November 1, 2019 + Dark Humour, Spirituality

The Unmelt

by Steve Tanham

Written for Diana Wallace Peach’s Myths of the Mirror November challenge. A November Writing Challenge Go for the teeth, says Jespa. He aims to freak ‘em out when he won’t let the ice melt. Likes to see if they’ll notice – long after the dark liquid is gone – that the cubes are still whole and frozen. Most miss it entirely, slinging the residual contents … Read More The Unmelt

September 1, 2019 + #Cats, #Collie dogs, #FurryFives, #InnerCatPeace, #PhotoZen, #RagDollCats, #Silenti, Cats, Collie dogs, Dark Humour, humour, Photography, Spirituality, Your inner wolf

#FurryFives : interview

by Steve Tanham

– Yea, well it was cool at the time, but you can only take so much of living in a bush in Bolton… So what changed the course of your abandoned life? – Well, his mother walked past with a pampered Pomeranian pooch… Yes? – And I thought, “Holy shit, look at the lifestyle that goes with this one!” And followed her home! (This … Read More #FurryFives : interview

May 2, 2019 + #writingprompt, Dark Humour, sci-fi

A Strong Right Arm #writingprompt

by Steve Tanham

A Strong Right Arm – written in response to Diana Wallace Peach’s Myths of the Mirror #writingprompt for May 2019. When Jackson de Ville came to, he was seated and Electra was straddling him. The knife was in his clenched fist and there seemed to be some mental compulsion preventing him from letting it go. She moved forward, so that the blade began to … Read More A Strong Right Arm #writingprompt

April 4, 2019 + #Silenti, Ancient Landscapes, Ancient Sacred Sites, Consciousness, Dark Humour, Esoteric Meaning of Myth, esoteric psychology, Higher Mind, Journey of the hero, landscapes, Life and Death, Mindfulness, Mystery Play, Mystery Schools, Myth, myths and spirituality, Politics and Power, Spirituality, Truth and Esotericism, Understanding Fear

Dancing with the Ghost in the Machine

by Steve Tanham

If you’ve ever been involved with anything of an ‘amateur dramatic’ nature, you will know that moment: the protagonist, hated until the final few moments (when the greater picture is revealed) shuffles off, in rags, to his doom; and the shared and questioning silence longs for the gentle and poignant soothing that only the right music can bring…. Screech, click, screech, ping, wheeeeeedle…. . … Read More Dancing with the Ghost in the Machine

August 12, 2018 + #InspectorSunday, Dark Humour, mystery, Spirituality

Inspector Sunday

by Steve Tanham

Inspector Sunday examined the room in minute detail. His deadly enemy, Adrian Cheng, might be anywhere. But the sinister arch-criminal and master of disguise was nowhere to be see. “Perhaps a coffee would help?” the tocking of the clock seemed to say. Sunday considered the suggestion, and gave in to its subtle persuasion… “I’ll find you,” Sunday muttered, a few minutes later, sipping … Read More Inspector Sunday

September 12, 2017 + Dark Humour, Silent Eye School

Vertical disintegration

by Steve Tanham

I hope I hide it well…but that can be a dangerous and naive presumption. I’m at my best when convergent; and yet the divergent part is essential to the inclusiveness of the creative process. I’m rambling on in a manner that is plainly self-indulgent, so let me explain… It’s what I’ve come to think of as the ‘duff desktop’ that I’m musing about. The … Read More Vertical disintegration

September 10, 2017 + Dark Humour

Night Nomads

by Steve Tanham

It’s two and you, two dogs and it The hidden light that powers the grit Of rubber spinning in the night ➰ Beneath the blazing arc-lights’ cold No warmth escapes the darkened scold Of coffee, burgers, brands unsold ➰ But we, Night Nomads, are unclean As hounds, will reave your tables, mean, With hunger and disease will you demean ➰ We won’t, of course, … Read More Night Nomads

August 30, 2017 + Dark Humour

Pyramid Text

by Steve Tanham

This is my entry for week 35 of Sacha Black’s And this week the theme is ‘Pyramid’. Sacha is the founder of the Blogger’s Bash and is a bit under the weather at the moment. Please send her your kindest thoughts; she’s a great character and a wonderful organiser… Pyramid Text Magnox, PI, had seen the deadly red lettering before. He wondered how he … Read More Pyramid Text

February 26, 2017 + Dark Humour, Silent Eye School

Agents of the Deluge

by Steve Tanham

I should have known, I tell myself – as the torrential rain comes at me sideways and immediately drenches my black corduroy trousers, that it was going to be one of those days. Note to self: cords and heavy rain do not a happy camper make… Not that I’m camping. It’s a normal, February, Saturday morning in South Lakeland and the rain has … Read More Agents of the Deluge