Stuart Miller-Osborne

It is relaxing to watch people pass the restaurant during the lighter months They stroll down the small hill with a certain ease Few spot the camera that faces them away from the sea They either walk past its enquiry or sit on the low whitewashed wall under its gaze Many gather here on memorable […]

I often sit on the beach watching the tides recede Many question this recreation But there is nothing odd in my behaviour As I like to share the breakage of the waves With the lonely ghosts of my recent past

I found a moth in the corner of the stairwell today But I have left it alone as I mean it no harm Many might kill this small moth As a punishment for its subtle invasion But I would not hurt any creature As everything has a right to live in peace Without the fear […]

Jesus and the Sea I am sulking now Jesus did not sulk did he He just lit a joint And watched the sea   Jesus and the Sea I am sulking now Jesus did not sulk did he  He just went to the beach And watched the sea   Jesus and the Sea I am […]

I found myself lost in the lavender of my dreams The road that should have led downhill was level And because of this my day was fast becoming fictional   I asked the soft red poppies for directions But they were fading and were more interested In their own graphic mortality   It was raining […]

I watched your friend jump from a rock into the pool below He or she was holding a camera on a pole And was filming their jump What violence must have occurred on impact Please send me a record of the plunge As I have never ventured underwater Although I born with fins My parents […]

I am safely tucked up in bed Nothing can harm me I can attend coronations Or fight in bloody wars Today I was alone in a glider High above my home town I only had a rudimentary Knowledge of the controls But that added to the excitement And made landing much more fun As I […]

I am not real You are real

It was humid that day with the hot air coming all the way from Southern Spain I was sitting on a bench in the High Street reading my newspaper When I noticed that Jesus Christ was standing behind me Handing out copies of The Life of Marcello Mastroianni   Many people were ignorant of the actor […]

I am sitting in the vestibule of a long distance train having travelled far My luggage is opposite me and is fading as the miles pass me by Very soon I will be as naked as the vapour trails in the deep blue sky   Rescue me Octavia