Stuart Miller-Osborne

Mint Sun Cocktails Honey Dew Ice Fossil Beers Deep Music Into the Night

Sabrina is wearing White cotton slacks And a black tee shirt The air is damp warm Under slate grey skies

You are filming The estuary tide Whilst standing In a declining field One million poppies deep

I live in the town Of Erotic C Which is in the same county As Exotic A and Erotic B

Sadly this story is part true as I knew this chap We both liked poetry  I thought his work was the best thing since sliced bread  Whereas he thought mine to be pretentious shit  His suicide is true as one day he went out on an errand  Climbed a fence and travelled to Devon  I…

You are either a dog person or a cat person I once knew a manager of a shoe shop Who deeply loved his beautiful grey cat Sadly his cat died before reaching maturity This shattered the poor fellow and he suffered a breakdown A few months later he jumped in front of a train His…

On a hot Kent afternoon  Alison and I were playing  Brahams Hungarian Dance No 5 On our aging piano  Our pleasures could  Be clearly heard  Throughout the village  It was noticeable  How many people were dancing  Quite happily In their shaded gardens  Alison Smith & Eric Price

Pearl divers have long Since vanished Into a patchwork Of brittle corals

Lettre à la Mer Mon Fol Amour 

The life of man is not logical It is merely chronological Later today I plan To ride the wild wind I will be detested and loved In equal measures