Stuart Miller-Osborne

Sometimes when driving I cease driving and stop my car I find a field and sit on a rock or even a grassy bank And think about how alive I am and how due to a small error On my behalf or because of a slight miscalculation by a truck driver I might cease living…

Small Homicides was sitting on her bed She was wearing only a grey tee shirt Which she knew was exposing her maiden hair As it was rather short and a size too small   She knew that the woman in the opposite flat Was watching her whilst pretending to read A book of erotic poetry…

It has been ten years since I visited this cricket ground Nothing much has changed apart from the clubhouse Which has enjoyed a lick of paint and now looks quite splendid Although I do not drink I was given a local ale on my arrival As I am well remembered in these parts as I once hit…

I was reading Martin Heidegger’s Being and Time in Ramsgate yesterday It was hot and really I was just loafing through this vast work and enjoying an ice cold Coke when an American couple sat at the table opposite me For some reason I found the woman looking at me or rather what I was…

For the last week or so I seem to have lost my senses The weather has been hot and have not wanted to waste it As when the cooler weather arrives (and mark me it will) I will think of these sun drenched days with a great sadness   I will stop my travels now…

I purchased a glasses case for Jane yesterday It was of a William Morris design   I reached this beautiful decision Whilst paddling in Pegwell Bay   Where one can at low tide Walk across the sand flats   Whilst taking care to avoid quicksands And other natural hazards

I own a sea facing cottage on an unmade road It is about one hundred years old And was built as a summer retreat of a London solicitor It is said that he brought his mistresses here And there are written accounts of them swimming naked in the sea In 1968 when clearing out a…

There is a fig tree near a sea facing inn The hot weather has not disfigured it

I sent three poems to my beautiful wife   These poems were full of love As two oceans separated us

An American flag flies next to a lane That is essentially English It brings colour to the ochre beach