Author: Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • The Poetry of Kent and Sussex

    Lived the two Oast Houses At the end of my lane I knew them both by sight We greeted each other When passing the fruit fields As neighbours often do An observation a light joke These are my only recollections And I was as shocked as anybody To hear this alarming and dreadful news

  • Secrets

    Do you want to exchange secrets You first No you Okay then When I was delivering papers one morning I saw one of my teachers naked He or she She Did she know No What did you do Not much I felt that I was invading her private space What was her name Miss Clarke […]

  • April & Eye

    Two scenarios Firstly April and I decide to spend All day in bed fucking Good idea in principle But the weather is hot The air is humid Passion wilts Second scenario April and I decide to go to the beach Which is opposite our house Built a gazebo Relax in the shade Swim Paddle Doze […]

  • The Mackerel Boat

    The heat of the September afternoon Was showing no signs of releasing its grip I had just left the beach and noticed A large white yacht moored In the deep waters Opposite the weather worn coastguards cottage This happened occasionally and did not attract much attention That was until Lilith stood on the deck Offering […]

  • Dust

    Summer Echo and I Were lying on our bed of grass Looking at the blue sky Which was partially Obscured by the tall redwood trees We all knew that the heat was now fading As we watched it slowly migrate On the southerly pleasure winds

  • Hotel Paris

    I had been working for about an hour When there was a knock on my door I was staying at The Hotel Paris Coffee I needed a coffee I had ordered a coffee But when I answered the door A woman in a beige coat stood in front of me Are you a doctor No […]

  • Blood Oranges

    Fighting Fucking Crying Sucking In each room There was a bowl Of Blood Oranges It was Hot outside And we became Very fond Of the Blood Oranges As they kept us calm On our more stressful days

  • End of Summer

    The gate is slowly closing On the rich paths of summer I had previously considered it closed But was soon proved wrong Therefore I will wait for you For just a few more days

  • Mina and the End of the World

    Today was supposed to be the End of the World But only if you wanted it to be Mina did not want it to be the End of the World So she turned up at the garage where she worked And started her day on time as she usually did She swam in the Elephant […]

  • My Barefoot Companion

    About halfway between Sandgate and Hythe You walked on to the beach Without your sandals I asked why You said that you were interested In the density Of the pebbles Between tides High and Low