by Steve Tanham
You took us to your window To see the cliffs of dawn Across the miles they shone like sheets Hung on a washing line We knew, you said, beyond the chalk On scribbled boards you waited And prayed that you were searching, too For those who searched for you… ©Stephen Tanham
by Steve Tanham
It is, still, all of it, only one day… Though now the winds that buffeted the bed-and-breakfast farmhouse have abated. I look at my watch. We have two hours to go before we need to leave to drive across Anglesey to meet a young woman named Juliette, who holds the key to this entire story. She will be waiting, at noon, by the red … Read More A game of three halves… (2)
by Steve Tanham
It is, after all, only one day… Have you ever re-assembled a day into a different sequence? Been so involved with its contents that the threads seem to weave themselves, again… and differently. But it is only one day… and at the halfway point she will be waiting; waiting near the red tower where we will meet for the first time. And then the … Read More A game of three halves… (1)
Sun in Gemini 
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