Stuart Miller-Osborne

I first met Anna when she was a struggling writer In the city of Enschede in June 1999 I was then as I am now an established poet And had travelled to Enschede for a number of readings Anna told me that she thought that I looked like Nina Hagen She had not been the […]

Most people believe the mind to be a mirror More or less accurately reflecting the world outside them Not realising on the contrary that the mind is itself The principle element of creation   As the title of this poem notes I am sitting on a jetty Reading a book of Tagore’s poetry Not many […]

I told you not to drink too much coffee What a moron you are Did they teach you nothing in Girl Scouts Coffee is a diarrhetic and I should know You were here at the last Summer Camp When I drank Snoopy’s stale coffee And had to shit in the woods Where I found the […]

What a great way to wake up In your Volkswagen Camper Drinking coffee by the sea We stretch out in our sleeping bags Trying not to show our bits As this is a busy campsite And our windows are crystal clear You are fighting a losing battle As your boobs are itching to see the […]

I am not even awake until I have have stroked your backside Quietly during those peaceful minutes that lead to our breakfast You have the most beautiful bum that I have ever seen It is not too big nor is it too skinny it is right just right just right I think that you rather […]

As I walked down the wet street I looked at peoples dark reflections But I could not see my own It had been replaced by the landmark church

Well what does freedom mean  Free means one thing  Free means thinking for yourself   I was thinking about true freedoms As I lay next to you in the maze field   You were staring at the sky Deep within yourself Martindeepinthought   It had been written by Gary Snyder on a napkin And given […]

Sally Malcolm and Peter were all artists Who lived in a cube shaped building Between the 3×2 rover river rash   Sally was a landscape artist Malcolm was a sculptor Both were well respected in their fields   Peters works were a mystery to me As he was only active at night And slept during […]

In a universe far away you will find a motel With a pink neon sign next to a blue green road   It is raining again and I need a drink I really need a drink but I have given it up As it was slowly killing me daybydaybyday   I crossed the empty road […]

I should not be telling you this but I know the whereabout of Steffo and Val The cops if they knew this would probably haul me in for questioning and tea So when you read this poem do not let me down as cops are best seen and not heard But let me return to […]