Stuart Miller-Osborne

Joe I hear that you were by the sea yesterday I was Did you have a nice time Yes and no Why It was too busy for me I thought that the situation Was under control Like **** it was But but they promised They never promised you a rose garden Rose That is my…

For the last few weeks Joe and I have been searching for Pale England Our travels have taken us through Kent and Sussex The counties of our childhood years unfinished poem Josie 2023

Rusting rails slipping into a listless shingle They used to carry fish freshly caught Railway wagons dry rotting In a surreal landscape These all interest me Sea Cabbages and Red Valerian Dry grasses burnt gold Dungeness in Late August What a garden I have I share it with myself

clouds with a blunt pencil deserts do that to you when the summer ends

In the garden at Prospect Cottage I found a couple stretched out Looking at the sky I pretended not to notice And released this quiet poem It was the least that I could do

Hi Joe Maureen It is nice to hear from you Alan and I have split up We both tried hard But we are so different I am sorry to hear that As you can imagine I am quite liquid at present But thought that I was drying up Until I read your Sussex poems They…

When I visit East Sussex On summer days I always bring a pad and a pen My pad stays with me Whilst my pen explores

On hot summer days A silence descends Which is so loud That it almost deafens Everything is quite still Yet frozen in motion

About a month ago I found myself On a lonely railway station In East Sussex It was surrounded By golden cornfields I was happy there

I have been called a winter writer On many occasions recently Which is so far from the truth As I am a child of the summer cornfields