Stuart Miller-Osborne

Many years ago when I was working in Israel I used to visit a beach near my apartment It as there that I met my future wife Who was in charge of the beach bar And like me was fascinated by the tourists Who had the ability to walk on water We would watch them…

Jacqueline walked to the beach from her leafy home She was wearing a multi-coloured coat Which she left in her bag Next to the crimson rocks Whilst she was swimming in the sea A thief stole her bag and left her naked Under the waves until a passing fishing boat Caught her in their complex…

Jacqueline is wearing a coat soaked in purple dye Which has turned yellow in the fresh sea air   Jacqueline does not understand this change But still finds her coat attractive Especially in the northern cities   Jacqueline and her Amazing Coat Jacqueline is wearing a coat soaked in yellow dye Which has turned purple…

I found him a boy of my own age sitting against a tree in my father’s orchard At first I thought that he was asleep but a bullet wound just under his left ear confirmed to me that he was dead His hands were still warm although the sweat on his brow was sticky and…

I had just returned from the Horn of Africa where I was researching an article on Rimbaud who had been there in the 1880s It had been a fascinating but ultimately depressing experience The people that I had met were on the whole friendly but were involved in endless conflicts with the neighbours My French…

During my travels as a hippie in the 1970s I came into contact with the great-grandson of Germain Nouveau We spent time together in both Greece and France Unlike his great-grandfather he was neither a serious poet and had never experienced mental health issues But he has shared a religious conversion and now models himself…

When I am gardening I often think about Charles Baudelaire as I am in love with Andrea Allen who works in a shop called Under the Sea and Far Away The shop sells everything to do with the garden and is owned by her parents Mr and Mrs Smith Andrea is aware of my admiration…

My sister is hiking in the foothills She is wearing my sleeveless pullover As the spring winds are cool

She is resting between dives My blue shawl shields her Against the cool morning breeze The treasures of the sea await her  

I can see my sisters under a cherry tree They are laughing quietly Dawn is such a gentle mistress