by Steve Tanham
From Sue… and us all The Silent Eye My mother was not quite seventeen when I was born. She and my father, just three years her senior, had married early as he had joined the army. They were still living close to home when I first came into the world, but it was not long before they moved to married quarters at the other … Read More Remembering
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by Steve Tanham
Heysham Village on the Lancashire Coast. I love the way the autumn colours cling onto the year, knowing that Christmas will bring its own brief riot. And then the season of long grey days, unbroken, will begin, again… ©Stephen Tanham
by Steve Tanham
The beautiful coastal town of Peel, Isle of Man. The former church of St Peters sits, alone, in what is now its own square. There’s very little of it left – just the frontage above, the bell tower at the back and the horizontal cross of its interior space still carved on the ground, suddenly thrust into the lighted world when the church was … Read More #ShortWrytz – Peel’s Silent Cross
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
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on willowdot21:
Back in June I wrote ”As I am nearing the end of my account of my feelings and experiences at The Silent Eye Spring Workshop I find I want to linger with the memories and stop time.” I had joined the Silent Eye Work Shop back in April to learn what I could about Gilgamesh and his quest for immortality.…
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by Steve Tanham
I know the words The long-learned words With which this view is framed These slats of wood I crafted round The Opening… ➰ Yet there it lies, unshut before me The rawness of the world Behind my words I kneel, now Afraid to stop their flow’s intent In widening my wood ➰ One day the words will be unspeakable The splinters brushed aside By … Read More The Opening
by Steve Tanham
From Sue… The Silent Eye I watched the sun go down tonight from the roadside. For once, the camera had not come with me… I was just driving to the shop and didn’t pick it up. Even so, I cursed myself for leaving the camera as I saw the huge, golden orb shot with crimson reflected in the rearview mirror. Too late to turn … Read More A matter of time…
by Steve Tanham
Since I was a child, I’ve been fascinated by the way the autumn darkness conveys a deeper sense of empathy than the late summer it leaves behind… What I mean is (for example in the picture above) the quietness that wraps – envelopes – two people when they gather under a seaside lamp awaiting the arrival (via spouses) of their fish and chips, following … Read More #ShortWrytz – Night moves: the big idea
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by Steve Tanham
Misti: I love us having a shower… Human: There’s only me under here! Misti: Yes, but I have a wash at the same time Human: But that’s not the main reason you’re so happy? Misti: OK, so the dog’s not allowed in here, is she… <purr> ©Stephen Tanham
by Steve Tanham
It begins with a feeling… A feeling that something has fallen: like a vital bridge being destroyed. As it develops, you sense the landscape being stretched, allowing forms of life alien to your own to enter the world. And then you become conscious that there is a velocity, here – that we are all going somewhere we didn’t ask for. After a while you … Read More The Whirlpool
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Skeleton from an archaeological dig at Lindisfarne Abbey There was an article about the archaeological explorations taking place along the route of HS2, the planned high-speed rail link between London and Birmingham. It highlighted the amazing number of sites being excavated, spanning the human history of the last ten thousand years. Before work begins, the route…
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by Steve Tanham
And so we meet again Bright blaze of flaring life A green defiant in its going Ashamed of nothing in its flowing Up to the crispy end it sings With melody of screaming joy So far beyond our space and time And out along the song To where there is no right and wrong ➰ And when the crisp is mush And when the … Read More Out Along the Song
Sun in Gemini 
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