by Steve Tanham
Greetings, Amathus How my heart leapt when I read the scroll your brave courier risked his life to bring. My own life has moved far from those innocent days when we gave that thin and trembling boy food and shelter. For several years we raised you as one of our own. I helped, of course, and watched and studied that intense boy with … Read More Facing Oblivion, Scroll Two
by Steve Tanham
Greetings, high priestess Camma Where my heart would speak I must make my rank as Roman soldier talk in bitter tones. I long to place my arms around you, once again, and protect you from what is coming, but we have little time. Suetonius Paulinus, a veteran of campaigns in North Africa, and much honoured in Rome, makes his way north, in haste, and … Read More Facing Oblivion, Scroll One
by Steve Tanham
I’m undergoing a kind of self-imposed emotional therapy at the moment, one that has nothing to do with my physical injury. I also have two ‘therapists’ in the wider sense of the word. The one looking after my lower left limb is located nearby in Kendal, the other is… rather more virtual. As often happens with emotional therapy, the associated synchronicities are coming thick and … Read More The Bristly Hog: Ghost Dancer
by Steve Tanham
Did she appear then? Sailing green and drinking light Did I sleep before? — ©Copyright Stephen Tanham, 2016.
by Steve Tanham
Whispers in the West – part three After the group’s successful ascent of Carningli (panorama shot above), the second day of the Silent Eye’s Whispers in the West weekend continued, with a short, further car journey to one of the historic highlights of the trip – Pentre Ifan. Pentre Ifan is the best known, and because of its height, the most impressive megalithic monuments in … Read More Whispers in the West – part three
by Steve Tanham
Whispers in the West – part two The second day of our the Silent Eye’s Whispers in the West weekend began with relief – that we didn’t have to drive all the way across South Wales, again, to reach the town of Newport – our starting point for day two. There are, apparently, many Newports in Wales, but only one of them, some twenty … Read More Whispers in the West – part two
by Steve Tanham
Whispers in the West – part one It was early on Friday afternoon. Lizzy, one of our Companions in the Silent Eye, had assembled us for the start of three days of delightful discovery on the western fringes of Pembrokeshire, centred on the lovely town of St David’s, home of one of the most remote cathedrals in Britain. As promised, we met, on the … Read More Whispers in the West – part one
by Steve Tanham
After the Mist This post is in response to Hugh’s Views and News photo challenge with the subject of ‘After” At the end of our lovely weekend in St David’s, Pembrokeshire, we woke, on the Sunday morning, to a thick mist outside the small hotel’s windows. It was still present, but clearing as we set out to gain access to the coastal footpath that … Read More “Hugh’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Week 30 – ‘After’”
by Steve Tanham
This post is in response to Hugh’s Views and News photo challenge with the subject of ‘Open” Since it’s Father’s day, and I’ll be driving back from a Silent Eye Weekend in St David’s, Pembrokeshire, for most of the day, I’d like to dedicate the post to all our Fathers, particularly those who fought in the two European wars of the last century. They … Read More The Open Bridge -Hugh’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Week 29 – ‘Open’
by Steve Tanham
River of the Sun, chapter 20 – The Waters of Thought It was a very specific power and Lord Menascare had never experienced its like, before. If not stopped, time had certainly been changed. No longer was there a uniform flow of things happening in a concerned – unconcerned way. Instead, the unfolding events were made into a running sequence, where the running was … Read More River of the Sun, chapter 20 – The Waters of Thought
by Steve Tanham
River of the Sun, chapter 19 – The Return of the Silence Lord Menascare pushed with all his might at the edge of the damaged temple door. On the other side of the bronze olbong, Anzety, the high priest, did the same, though in the opposite direction. Both men were wet with the sweat of their efforts, but the discomfort had not diminished their … Read More River of the Sun, chapter 19 – The Return of the Silence
by Steve Tanham
River of the Sun, chapter 18 – Rider on the Dawn The marshlands by the great river gave way to the firmer, broken rock of the valley’s floor as the mule track climbed towards the far hills. The many trails fanned away on either side, as the possible destinations thinned to a single, rocky path. The great white horse did not slow in its … Read More River of the Sun, chapter 18 – Rider on the Dawn
Sun in Gemini 
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