by Steve Tanham
Alexandra was late arriving for our usual Monday morning coffee. She stormed into the coffee shop and slammed down the heaviest of her bags, making her less-than-hot latte shake in its tall glass tumbler. “Some people,” she fumed. “should never have be given driving licences . . . that taxi-driver is one of them!” If one can be said to sit down in anger, … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Fourteen
by Steve Tanham
Alexandra arrived to find her coffee waiting on the table; together with an old silver coin. “It’s a half-crown,” I said, in response to her puzzled look. “You may never have seen one, before?” “I have. My grandfather had some; and what am I supposed to do with it?” she asked, in reply. “Why, you spin it, of course!” I was being irritating, but … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Thirteen
by Steve Tanham
The sand was wet under our bare feet. Alexandra insisted on taking my hand and leading me into the shallow waves that lapped at the muddy beach. With her rolled-up suit trousers and my similarly shortened jeans, we must have looked quite a pair. I looked at her and laughed, “You’re doing this because I mentioned waves?” “I’m doing this because whatever you’ve done, … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Eleven
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
Between the heartbeats Between the heartbeats there is A silence that would deafen Should you Be there. —— Between the heartbeats there is A polarity of coming into Being That lacks only the Eye that sees. —— Between the heartbeats there is An intent that waits … … For You, … Read More Between the Heartbeats
by Steve Tanham
Eye to Sky From daffodil which fades and bends Through old stone walls and moss Between the furrowed opened soil And green restored from months of loss Till sky pulls eye to distant peak Where arc of fading snow Bisects on high the world of eye from world of I, below. ©Copyright Steve Tanham, 2015
by Steve Tanham
The space between us had changed. I smiled as I sat down next to the tall latté waiting for me in the coffee shop opposite the roaring spring sea which was doing its best to reclaim the old seaside town. “You knew, didn’t you?” Alexandra asked, in a question that wasn’t. “Knew that the sun in the one-tree would change things?” “I did,” I replied, … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Nine
by Steve Tanham
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. She gyred and gimbled down the steep slope of the hillside; full of music, laughter and the generally infectious good will that is the core of Ali – she of the golden heart, and one of the heroines of the River … Read More Gyre, Gimble and Ancient Egypt
by Steve Tanham
She leaned forward, and at the same time, took a large swig of her coffee. I had seen her do it many times; it signalled that she was about to launch her enquiry. “Home” I said, softly, completely ruining her build-up. “How did you–?” she laughed, there was little sign of the irritation that would have accompanied my impolite gesture back when we first … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Eight
by Steve Tanham
“You’re not going to eat that, are you?” I watched the tableau unfold. The rolled slice of Dutch cheese was just an inch from my mouth when she stopped me. I was grateful she had, because, in my half hour of cheesy construction, the previous evening, I had mauled it somewhat, with my fingers and my wife’s borrowed cake cutters, and didn’t really relish … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Six
by Steve Tanham
Alexandra had texted me to say that she was already at the coffee shop, if I was around . . . the message also said, “Anything that purports to be a Truth Machine is worthy of a little prep.” Despite this, when I arrived it was just after 08:30, the car park machine having eaten my first lot of change without giving me back … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Three
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
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