Stuart Miller-Osborne

I do like Sunday morning Anna as we can laze about in bed and do absolutely nothing  I love your room as the sun starts on one wall and travels to the other each day I love the prints you have attached to your  white plaster walls Anna looked around and saw that Anna had […]

On my journey home I studied the moon High over the troubled sea   I collected its light So that it might Illuminate my passing years              

I often write country poems When thinking of you my love Of the radiant summer days Walking through cornfields Hand in hand In this land of plenty I will always buy you flowers my love No matter the season Red Roses Blue Cornflowers And the Violets That hide in the greyness Of your beautiful sea […]

Should I kill myself  Or have a cup of coffee   Should I kill my cup of coffee And be executed for the crime

Ben Nathan Ben Nathan lives by the sea He collects colourful sea shells In his much cherished low hours He then gives them to his sister Lou Who displays them in a blue terracotta dish Of late Ben has started collecting sea glass Which he uses to create silver necklaces With his Finnish girlfriend Val […]

In the dream I had been employed To take a naked census of vehicles Using the southern motorways I thought this to be a poor idea As I considered that it would cause accidents But then I found myself naked in a field With two men and two women A sixth person whose gender I […]

When I was little more than a boy my parents Took me to Palmyra as a reward for my exams It was located northeast of Damascus in Syria Which seemed rather exotic to me But I did not show my hidden excitement And apart from an English couple named Daniel and Jane We were the […]

My father served in India for many years I was actually conceived in India But my parents returned reluctantly About a month before I was born As they wanted me to grow up in England So there it is I have lived in India But not in an original way I travelled everywhere with my […]

from the violet and orange sun

you were shielding our baby