Stuart Miller-Osborne

Will appear as the morning fades My nameless companion Is planning to meet me on the ancient tower She has decided to wear Her white and olive dress

I am pausing for breath as our room is very humid She is the cousin of my business partner Who insisted on visiting the consulate with me At present she is reading my latest book The Great Witness on a sparse wooden chair Sweat trails are still glistening On her exposed shoulders

Blind voices in markets Sound blurred even on wet days Muffled heavy and totally unclear This is not a performance poem

Fresh from the sea Still damp A future conversation piece Riddled with worm holes Its inhabitants long drowned Jane and I are sitting On a wooden bench Eating cheese and lettuce sandwiches The light although bright is fading As the cool sea breezes Begin to confuse In a few short weeks The air will fill […]

The Sea Glass was wrecked off of Aztec Beach but there was no trace of the three man crew From my house on the hill I could make out the now beached Sea Glass lying on the flat sandy beach The police had cordoned off the wreck and I could see their tapes blowing in […]

The promenade is showing The damage of recent storms There is shingle resting everywhere Where it was thrown in violence By the anger of the sea

Last night quite late I walked along the beach path Photographing the Snow Moon But I was interrupted by dogs With illuminated collars Red Yellow Blue and Green

When I first met them they had been thrown Out of a football match for causing trouble The younger of the two brothers Rolf Had been taken to hospital accompanied By Toni who was not badly injured I become involved as I had cared For Toni who was still in a state of shock I […]

There was a strange glow in the night sky And although the rain clouds were heavy I knew that there was a brilliant moon A snow moon hidden above the rigid fields

I met my future wife In a downtown record store She was listening To The Rolling Stones When a lowlife Asked her if she Was wearing panties Under her cotton dress I did not take kindly To this question And punched the pervert Hard in the face For which I was arrested My future wife […]