by Steve Tanham
“It’s a liquid?” “Well, I’d say it’s a kind of liquid” “Because?“ “Because it’s warm and flows?” “And rises?” “Yes. Rises like a warm liquid rises.” “Could it not be a gas?” “I don’t think so…” “Why not?” Because is doesn’t feel like a gas flows, it feels like a liquid flows.” “I agree. Though I’m not sure we have the proof for that.” … Read More It’s a liquid?
by Steve Tanham
He had lost count of the number of years they had been doing this… The envelope, marked with a promo sticker from a fictitious low-budget garden show, had arrived a month ago. It contained exactly seven clues. And then the words ‘Dress to Kill’. The rules were simple. Dinner would be served in the most unlikely location, chosen by the person whose turn it … Read More Wanton Whimsy: Find me!
by Steve Tanham
A monster beyond cool… I muttered the words into the sweet, black liquid which, four times a day, had become my substitute for life, and gazed out of Cafe Giacomo’s window and across one of the city’s busiest side streets. The bike snaking in and out of Rome’s afternoon traffic was huge…so big that I had to look twice at the slight body of … Read More Wanton Whimsy: Monster
by Steve Tanham
In response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt – The Stairway http://scvincent.com/2016/03/25/photo-prompt-the-stairway/ (In the style of Sufi poetry) Frozen Steps —- Examine frozen Find your rhythm In the tapping of ice crystals — With your most foolish foot Slide forward the sole And feel the danger In the deadly realm where Blood and pain meet — And then — Disregard them all In … Read More Frozen Steps
Sun in Gemini 