Author: Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • Raymond’s Ashes (Parts Two and Four)

    On some summer days when the conditions match a stillness covers our beach with only the motion of the waves breaking the screaming silence of the day   Today was such a day a late summers day when the dynamics of the air muffled any sound no matter how hard the source    

  • The Death Poem of Kuroki Hiroshi

    This brave man  So filled with love  For his country  That he finds it difficult to die Is calling out to his friends  And about to die     I am recording this as a peace poem Even though it was written During a time of war             Kuroki Hiroshi was […]

  • Art from Japan

    autumn grasses in the moonlight the grasshopper always appreciates the sun  

  • Fields of Wheat

    Whenever I walk through Fields of wheat I think of manicured lawns On hot summer days

  • John Sinclair

    Do you remember John Sinclair Nobody who ever met him Will have forgotten him He took time out to explore the world And often did not return But I was always aware of his whereabouts My name is Jane Sinclair  

  • Zimmer Swimmer Sinner

    Jane and I spent the afternoon on the beach At about half past one we spotted a sound sea seal As we were idle at the time we chose its name I decided that the seal should be called Rabia del Pueblo after the song of the sea Jane however decided that the seal should […]

  • Haze Horizon

    There is no movement at all Haze Horizon said in a hushed voice   The gulls are about to migrate I replied whilst looking out to sea     Kingsdown 06/09/21

  • The Sea Album

    The afternoon is still Our coastal village is still floating On the light liquid air     Kingsdown 06/09/21  

  • History

    On the 19th of July 1870 France declared war on Prussia and by November Paris was under siege by the Prussian army It was reported that the situation had become so desperate that dog meat was being sold at 2.5 francs a pound and that cat meat was being sold at 12 francs On the […]

  • Sunrise

    For some reason unknown I had not expected the sunrise To be so beautiful this morning The lateness of the month Had flooded my thoughts And I began to regret The failure to open my eyes