Stuart Miller-Osborne

Who is Colin Dale How should I know I have noticed That ewe have been signing Your books using that name Is this another of your silly games Yes and no What do you mean Whenever I sign a book I always ask permission After explaining my reasons Bully 4 ewe Are you going to […]

The breeze whispers Yet my chimes remain still A storm is brewing Out at sea

All that effort Just to find One leaf Do not Think ill Of me

Why are you constructing A boat in the desert The sea has not been here For millions of years

You live on the dry scorched rocks That lead to the seas of parting When the night fails You will still be dancing In the shadows of Orita

Not hidden but painfully shy I understand your reluctance To mix freely on wet warm days Within these secret locations

Tall and elegant like a plain tree Dressed casually as the summer ends Awaiting the autumnal shedding of your leaves You are the most amazing woman in this city

I have retreated into a silent world I will be there for a few days Before I return fully refreshed

After years in an uncomfortable crate I have come for my revenge These are the first three lines Of my one and only poem About vampires No other lines Are known to exist

My daytime occupation was to sell refreshments To those who cared to stop at my wooden shack It was a lonely position at the cross of two roads I passed the time listening your ragged tunes