Stuart Miller-Osborne

I met a chap named George Merrow In the library yesterday He had just been released from prison You might remember him He made front page news a few years back As he walked into an abattoir And instructed them to stop the slaughter When this request was refused He shot four people dead And […]

What is it Josie Open it It feels hard and flat It is an enamel sign It has got writing on it Amazing I WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGISE TO ANYONE I HAVE NOT YET OFFENDED please be patient I WILL GET TO YOU SHORTLY Is that the way you see me Josie Yes A Shock […]

The Indigo Family Lived near the railroad tracks Opposite the disused flour mill In Flag Spencer Ma Indigo and Pa Indigo Had eight daughters Lace Indigo Gray Indigo Slipp Indigo & Money Indigo & All lived at home Jayne Indigo Lived in Portland Ink Indigo Lived in Lisbon LaDonna Indigo Lived on the road Beatriz […]

I live next to a waterway In Coulanges-sur-Yonne Please do not disturb me As I no longer write poetry

An area so corrosive That even the spiders are dead Nothing exists in the Ecolove facrory No trains linger on the passing lines Wagons are dormant Nothing moves

I am holding an hour glass Horizontally on my lap Time has stopped It is quite still Ink tears Ink

Last night whilst washing up I found a tiny fly drowning Using a piece of tis sue I rescued this small creature But it died soon after wards This upset me a great deal As I had caused the accident I was due to attend another lynching But I gave this a miss with little […]

Let the great warriors go and bring us honour Let the decent people live in peace Coulanges-sur-Yonne I possess a postcard Of a canal Dating from nineteen eighteen Let the great warriors go and bring us honour Let the decent people live in peace If you look closely you will find these words Recorded in […]

Zone Z had not been fully completed There were still small cranes at work I was sitting on a low wall Reading Nice-Matin In the afternoon sun My cousin Christa Was collecting wind flowers In Zone E As she wanted to decorate Our apartment in Zone N

A fellow poet Introduced you to me Many years ago In the Old Graveyard in Clifton You had been sleeping In your maiden’s bed For many years Undisturbed by time Forgotten by history But I remembered Your name attractive name Anne Green Anne Green Anne Green