Stuart Miller-Osborne

I was staying with Kate Whilst on a field trip We had been together For a number of years And she had invited me to visit The Black Bog Lands Where she had spent her early years We were staying in her parents cottage As part of our Scottish adventure But it had rained without…

On my wall opposite the river window I have a small painting of a woman With raven hair and raven eyes I have no idea who she is But my father has told me That we are distantly related to her I am sometimes referred to As a Roma Poet Which is not true I…

It is raining now The pool is welcoming Its late visitors The terrace on which I am standing is flooded Light blue naked I feel that I am travelling Once again away from you I have not explored my regrets

I woke up this morning and you were gone The once bright sky was now a flat dove grey I did not think that you had left voluntarily You had been seduced by an unknown agent

This account of a haunting is so brief as to be easily missed It happened just a few days ago during the memorable heatwave I was travelling for no particular reason other than my own pleasure It was as I alighted from my train at Folkestone Central That I saw a man in a green…

Lived the two Oast Houses At the end of my lane I knew them both by sight We greeted each other When passing the fruit fields As neighbours often do An observation a light joke These are my only recollections And I was as shocked as anybody To hear this alarming and dreadful news

Do you want to exchange secrets You first No you Okay then When I was delivering papers one morning I saw one of my teachers naked He or she She Did she know No What did you do Not much I felt that I was invading her private space What was her name Miss Clarke…

Two scenarios Firstly April and I decide to spend All day in bed fucking Good idea in principle But the weather is hot The air is humid Passion wilts Second scenario April and I decide to go to the beach Which is opposite our house Built a gazebo Relax in the shade Swim Paddle Doze…

The heat of the September afternoon Was showing no signs of releasing its grip I had just left the beach and noticed A large white yacht moored In the deep waters Opposite the weather worn coastguards cottage This happened occasionally and did not attract much attention That was until Lilith stood on the deck Offering…

Summer Echo and I Were lying on our bed of grass Looking at the blue sky Which was partially Obscured by the tall redwood trees We all knew that the heat was now fading As we watched it slowly migrate On the southerly pleasure winds