Stuart Miller-Osborne

we must put away the summer securely in a velvet box where it will be safe until the south winds return

What did you do whilst I was visiting Daddy I was happy Anna really happy even though I was missing you like mad Penelope was as quiet as normal even though she is so polite and nice I feel at times that she is a ghost rather like the Lady Ghost   I decided to…

A storm ended the summer last night It was a terrific creature Full of power and anger I fell immediately in love With its screaming white light Everything was illuminated The sea was dancing in front of me But at the same time I felt the loss of a dear friend And was soon weeping…

September is a fickle intolerant month As only it holds the key to the long cell

When I visited the beach I found it asleep It was dreaming of the long colourful days

It is the silence that I will miss the most you know More than the heat the light and the soft winds

Jane was wearing her yellow cotton dress She was almost without form within the meadow grasses

All philosophy is just mental masturbation Really Ludwig Yep Thanks for that my friend That’s okay but what are you thanking me for For telling me the reason why I need stronger glasses

I have know Jack Henley for many years but had never visited him in his flat in Tangier That was until last month when he invited me to visit him as I was in Morocco on business Although he has been one of the Angry Young Men he had not published for over twenty years…

And still the summer goes on I was greeted by a southerly wind When I walked to the beach this morning   A number of people were in the sea Which according to the local black boards Was still just over twenty degrees   Migrating birds were swooping above me Confused by the late season…