by Steve Tanham
Don’t think that you have seen this edge before Don’t count the times your boots have walked and crunched upon its sands ——- Don’t try to catch the sleek caress of countless grains of dust Blown on a wind that never kissed your face before But now demands it must ——- And, walking tall, stare into space between the sky and land And suffer … Read More Lost on the Horizon
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
“Tell me about the ‘wave’?” Alexandra asked, excitedly. “I get the idea of the now, though I think that’s something we all take for granted; but the wave sounds like something to be discovered, something fundamental to existence . . .” I sipped my coffee and looked back into those excited, bright eyes, and considered how to fill her with the sense of joy … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Ten
by Steve Tanham
“So the circle of stations on top of your cheesy cylinder are the outermost layer of something?” Alexandra was in fine form. Outside the coffee shop, the first real day of spring-like weather was in full flow, despite the early hour. We had decided to celebrate this visible end of winter by sitting outside. I had bought the coffee. Alexandra had brought us a … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Seven
by Steve Tanham
“It’s the fear thing, isn’t it?” Alexandra had me pinned into the corner of the coffee shop as though she was about to administer the final legal blow in a key case. I was even worried that my glass of water, bought to wash down the final sip of coffee, Italian style, would get spilled. “Whenever you really think about fear, you realise that … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Four
by Steve Tanham
She must have been sitting there a while when I arrived for our regular Monday morning get-together. Her coffee was half finished. The one she had bought for me was full, but no longer hot. “Keen, or am I late?” I asked, with what I hoped she’d see was a warm smile. She was used to the power of words, to the polarity of … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Two
by Steve Tanham
“I read the brochure for the workshop,” she said, trying to look only partly interested. “Ah, good,” I replied. It’s a long-practiced routine between us, this mutual act of mind-fishing. She sipped her coffee, waiting for my silence to break . . . Nothing . . . “. . . And I don’t understand the significance of that funny circle thingy,” she said, irritated … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee
Sun in Gemini 
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