Stuart Miller-Osborne

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 […]

We probably looked like an odd couple As Pasadena had very short hair And my hair was thick and shoulder length Which retained its rough bleached appearance I liked this style as I could choose not to shave Pasadena’s hair was brown almost black Although she had deep doe green eyes Neither of us worked […]

I was happy with my assassin A good and thorough job Well executed and without fuss The blood splat was an optional extra And I was able to pay in instalments

I spent the the whole of the war in a suitcase A suitcase donated by the Red Cross I was in Italy and I was in a cupboard Or at least I thought I was In a confined space Because everything was rather muffled And then at the end of the conflict I was repatriated […]