by Steve Tanham
I’ve always been a bit artistic, but more of an illustrator than a painter. Sue Vincent was our painter, and a very good one – though she was modest about her achievements. In the early days of the Silent Eye, Sue and I worked together to create a version of the Silent Eye’s enneagram – seemingly, a nine-pointed star, until you look deeper – … Read More Yellow and Blue
by Steve Tanham
The station at Przemsul was frantic. The kind of dirty, smelly and noisy frantic that signals a refugee crisis… I’ve seen a few. My grandfather lived through many and made sure I knew their signature.. and what the reality was beneath the headlines. They were streaming into the central concourse of the station in their hundreds, eyes wide in terror of the unknown – … Read More The pram at the crossing
by Steve Tanham
It’s looking quite forlorn now The larder shelves are bare There’s a rocket in my kitchen And my kitchen isn’t there -:- He doesn’t want the kitchen That father carved in wood He only wants its ruin And the land on which it stood -:- My children went outside to play And found his cluster bombs All brightly decked with spirals To reckon all … Read More In my Kitchen
by Steve Tanham
If you belonged to a species that regularly threw itself off a cliff, you’d expect that species – or that tribe – to die out pretty quickly… Let’s imagine that there was an annual contest of head-beating with sticks, and the losers – those left alive – were honour bound to march or stagger to the cliff-top and mumble a ceremonial farewell before casting … Read More The Makers of Fine Sticks
by Steve Tanham
The biggest ever bang So silent in it’s power Now passing overhead. ©Copyright Stephen Tanham 2017.
by Steve Tanham
My mother is eighty-six years old. She looks full of vitality, though her health is challenged by a less than perfect heart and a recent diagnosis of dementia. She’s facing this bravely, in the same way she has always faced adversity. Born in 1930, her early life was dominated by extreme poverty and the 1939-45 European war. She was, in her own words, … Read More Burnt Autumn
Sun in Gemini 
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