Stuart Miller-Osborne

She almost haunts the yacht Such is her smooth silence But is as active as the gulls Josie

I suppose you could say That we are becalmed As there is no wind Joe is quietly writing He often stares into space Which is something shared Josie

Our mother no longer lives with us Her skin turned scarlet Lucy worries me As she spends A great deal of time At the end of the platform

Lucy and I are in charge of the parcels The mushrooms The tickets And the prize winning allotments

My father works as a guard on Sensual Trains He used to be a train driver before his sight faded In a year he will be given his own rural station Both Lucy and I are looking forward to this move

We crossed the equator today Or did the equator cross us

When I am aboard our yacht These feel good fixes Almost overwhelm me I drown in feelings of pleasure There is nothing quite like it And then I return To the country of my birth And the curtain falls Joe

For many years I have had a reoccurring dream So simple in its structure and composition I was standing on a disused railway track In a bleak and unidentified rose desert With me I found a fallen angel and my late uncle We drank and discussed everything and nothing Such was our attachment to the […]

I was locked up for expressing an opinion I was locked up for being honest In time if I repent my sins I will be released back into society But the theatre will not end there As I have kept a diary So wretched as to hang me I have a dream I have a […]

I still live in a cottage on a cliff With my three cats April May and June We are all blissfully happy But this has come at a price As the cottage next door Was previously owned By a strange perverted chap Who objected to my cats Shitting in the garden He was violent to […]