by Steve Tanham
Of Time—Of Time I do not speakPosition and duration are my nounsEternal transition my verbsConsciousness my palette —The plucking of imaginary pointsIs how you speak of timeInferred and constant highwayPresent only to the mind—-But passing time aloneKnows no such waypointsIt speaks, if at all, of watchersNow present to changes, now not. —-©Stephen Tanham
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye I always look forward to September. It is one of the most beautiful times of year in Britain. The days are usually mild and often beautiful, the last of the heather lingers as summer slides into autumn…a perfect moment for a wander in the landscape…and what better way to spend my birthday than with friends in the ancient and sacred places … Read More On the horizon…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
She moved with the sinuous grace of a dancer or a thief; sleek and deadly. Her eyes were wide, feigning innocence. Hiding secrets… She licked her lips, as if she liked the taste of blood. The crime scene didn’t faze her, yet it was the worst I had ever seen. In my job, you see things…
by Steve Tanham
‘Surreal’ is an often used word and does its best to convey a moment, usually quite fleeting, in which there is both a heightened sense of ‘being there’ and another feeling of strangeness. The two come together and we feel vaguely uncomfortable that something for which we have no real words envelopes us. This state of consciousness is described in more detail in the … Read More Bright in the dark: endeavour and the lighthouse (2)
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
We decided to leave the main road and take the back roads, just for a last look at the hills. Add that to the possibility of avoiding a long traffic jam just ahead and the fact that there was a historic church just off the slip road and getting sidetracked was irresistible. Not that I could…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Stuart France:
* Fear Death-in-Life Get death in life… * Embrace Death-in-Life Get life in death… * ?
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
In the high places A veil of serenity Soothes the wildest heart Savage beasts bow to beauty And passion wears purity A moorland dawn. The heather is in bloom, its delicate honey fragrances the morning for me alone. No bees yet seek the purple heart of the hills, no walkers share the stones. The valley still…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
We woke to a glorious morning for our final day in Wales. We still had things to see… far more things than we expected, in fact…but they would be on our way back to Yorkshire. I had been reluctant to leave the beach and turn my back on the sea, not knowing how long it would…
by Steve Tanham
The tiny airport was a refreshing change to the madness of modern flying, with its scarring signature of ‘security’. You could imagine a kindly local lady rushing out and saying, “Hamish the Russian terrorist is on holiday today, so I’m just going to wave you through, dearies…” There was, though, little distance to wave us through. Tiree is one of a pair of Scottish … Read More Bright in the dark: endeavour and the lighthouse (1)
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye * * Our encounter with Dyffryn Ardudwy on the previous day had whetted our prehistoric appetite. The challenge now was to find a suitable site on our journey back en-route to Llandudno. There was no shortage of possible contenders although many of them involved steep climbs and the hot June weather was becoming a reckoning factor. * * The sensible thing … Read More A Bibliomantic Tale IX…
Sun in Gemini 
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