Stuart Miller-Osborne

Trees without wind Nothing moves The sky is slate grey

a world without sun is a world without sin you have these words tattooed on your shoulder this is now a deep memory

I was born without sin I live without sin I have never sinned

there used to be a house on the green and black hill but it is no longer there it was the place of my birth

you often travel without me as I travel without you we circle each other as if in orbit but never touch franklin is now alone

We will break for coffee Louise Labé Is an excellent house One is made to feel welcome I am translating Pernette Du Guillet Who like you is fair of skin What mischievous lambs you are You bring pleasure To all those who meet you

Bertie Bass would visit The old village church At just after midnight He would count the bats As they swooped without fear Near the grinning gargoyles Time for a Rhyme (1957)

What a lovely beach this is I agree I feel so free on this beach As nobody bothers you There are few rules And everybody is so chilled Sadly not all beaches are like this Maya One can be arrested in some countries For exposing too much flesh What do you think God makes of […]

Poppies disappear quite frequently This happens in many countries They are all betrayed

I live in a small town named Seaside My father owns The Mary Agnes Hotel The name of the town Has always confused me As it is over sixty miles from the sea I have studied the history of this area But have been unable to discover Why the town is called Seaside