Stuart Miller-Osborne

In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act The streets are empty tonight my friend The most efficient way to destroy people is to deny And obliterate their own understanding of their history May this never happen in this land of our fathers sins

On the 17th of March 2022 the sun will set at about 7pm I must day that I am looking forward to that day As I will be able to paint my bedroom orange I am doing this in homage to my beautiful cat Who hates this colour more than green And refuses to look […]

As we lay drying in the field I could not help but notice The darkness of your nipples Revealed through your wet shift I did not comment as your eyes Were resting after our swim I just watched the sun halos As they shimmered In the white summer sky

I want to write a poem About silence The things people Do not say

I watched poetry as she strolled through the cornfields She was soaking wet having jumped into a pond To retrieve a bracelet that I had given her As the day was hot and the winds gentle She hoped that she would be dry in time for tea I had my doubts as her shift was […]

These are the long months  Due to the shortness of the days   Summer seems so distant  Whereas it is quite near   My coastal home lacks colour  Due to the idleness of the month   I admire the creatures that hibernate  And those who migrate to warmer climes      Grahame Potter 2022  

These are the long months  Due to the shortness of the days    Long months short days I like it a great deal   Summer seems so distant  Whereas it is quite near   Continue my friend   My coastal home lacks colour  Due to the idleness of the month    Are you saying that […]

Exactly one hundred years ago today Sylvia Beach published the first book edition Of Ulysses by James Joyce Stephen Molly and Leopold Were the central characters Virginia described it as tosh Whereas Tom Eliot considered it very important I visited Paris today And sat outside Shakespeare and Company It was about ten degrees Not warm […]

Consciousness is an end in itself We torture ourselves getting somewhere And when we get there it is nowhere For there is nowhere to get to   Who said that Anna  Birkin  It is very deep  I agree  Shall we invite him for tea  I think that he would find it rather jolly  Is he […]

There is a terracotta owl Sitting in the back seat Of my deux chevaux It just stares at me Morning noon and night Which is a little worrying As I do not drive I have offered it food But it does not answer me Nor does it want a drink Maybe I should change my […]