Stuart Miller-Osborne

Clara swam on most fine days She imagined herself to be a swan In the pool of infinity

Tmpitehe Va Died during air raid in 1940 She was one of eighteen people Who were killed by an English bomb Tmpitehe Va was due to be married She was travelling to see her fiancé And has hated the English ever since Taking revenge whenever she could I was her sixth victim and also haunt […]

Do you fancy a swim Yes but I am in my underwear The beach is very quiet day What will I wear on our return journey Pierre Wear nothing Ann Seats on trains can be very porous Your outer clothes will be dry What happens if I cross my legs I do it all the […]

Are you sleeping No I am reading What are you reading In defence of Reason I have never heard of it It is a book of contemporary criticism That seems such a heavy book Especially on a day such as this Your Harley looks so splendid today So do you Aurore Maybe but not as […]

I sell books by the roadside Or on desert trails If I sell three In a week Then I am happy If I fail then I just move on

There is no light Save for an aspect signal Deep down the line It is showing red And should not be passed

The winter trees are bare As they hang Over the dry stone walls An unseen stream Runs under a tiny bridge In the distance a road Creeps up a nearby hill It is hardly used

It ran through the industrial heartlands The idea had been to extend it From state to state to state The good wars They passed me by I have no memories of them There was much damage So many died needlessly

I had not expected this As these anniversaries Are more hidden here diary note 4/5

A gift of Atlantic Sand Sea damp in a plastic bag Currently drying in an ornate bottle Shannon Duty Free diary note 4/5