Stuart Miller-Osborne

I had been working for about an hour When there was a knock on my door I was staying at The Hotel Paris Coffee I needed a coffee I had ordered a coffee But when I answered the door A woman in a beige coat stood in front of me Are you a doctor No…

Fighting Fucking Crying Sucking In each room There was a bowl Of Blood Oranges It was Hot outside And we became Very fond Of the Blood Oranges As they kept us calm On our more stressful days

The gate is slowly closing On the rich paths of summer I had previously considered it closed But was soon proved wrong Therefore I will wait for you For just a few more days

Today was supposed to be the End of the World But only if you wanted it to be Mina did not want it to be the End of the World So she turned up at the garage where she worked And started her day on time as she usually did She swam in the Elephant…

About halfway between Sandgate and Hythe You walked on to the beach Without your sandals I asked why You said that you were interested In the density Of the pebbles Between tides High and Low

My wife was sitting on a wooden seat Next to the Royal Military Canal She was wearing a white shirt And dove grey cotton slacks How cool she looked I knew that underneath She was wearing white underwear In a couple of hours we would be in our room At the Imperial Hotel sipping ice…

I was on the Metro in Athens travelling to a meeting To my right was a woman reading a cheap magazine We were oblivious to each other as travellers often are An inspector of tickets suddenly appeared behind us I showed him my short term ticket without a word But I had a feeling that…

This is a walk that I might Have taken weeks ago Although the trees are turning The heat is the equal Of a high summers day The colours are soft Bright and pastel rich And a sense of happiness Can be tasted in the gentle air Nothing is rushed everything seems calm Yet the leaves…

It was not until I saw The vivid colours of the market fruit That I began to realise how white My day had become Cool waterways Deep green Under weeping trees Just added To the silent music Of my long dreams

We are experiencing unusual weather patterns at present A tropical heatwave Caused by volatile weather patterns elsewhere Jane and I awoke about half an hour ago And were naked around our house Until the sun within the sea fog Compelled me to walk to the beach I was planning to take a number of soft…