Stuart Miller-Osborne

During the evening of my party Ankara said to her best friend That if she went to bed with an angel Then she would wake up with a saint   I cannot say that I understood Ankara’s reasoning Said Neutral Marie As we cleaned up after the party In the I Live Others Exist kitchen…

Hafsi Chrissie and Steve did not actually meet in any conventional way They drifted together as Hafsi loved Chrissie and Chrissie loved Steve Steve did not love Hafsi and Hafsi did not love Steve And the only thing that they had in common was that they were both fucking Chrissie This is what drew the…

During the darkest hours That precede the dawn I hold you tightly Under the sheets And consider The smoothness Of your skin  

On the road to Heaven I was passed by a smiling nun Why do you linger She asked of me Because I am still needed back on earth  Then turn around and retrace your steps  But do remember that a greater happiness  Awaits you at the end of this road     In memory of…

January 4th 2021 How I adore these dark January days Where the light never really matures And the village is pistol whipped By the cruel winter winds Our beach remains quite shapeless Battered by the unforgiving seas And giant waves threaten The pretty fishing cottages Adding to the bleakness dull grey       From…

I live in a house that overlooks the coastal path And when I am have finished my chores I study peoples running styles As they vary alarmingly from person to person At the top of the tree are the Royal Marines Who run with a purpose rarely seen These men are followed by the obsessives…

My friends played volleyball For about an hour and a half Before the light began to fade As it darkens rather quickly On this southerly beach During the short chilly days of January     03/01/21        

Every Thursday I travel to Whitstable To meet the girl from the flower shop During the shorter months We take tea together discreetly in the Palm Cafe But when the months become warmer We sit together on the beach without a care And share light sandwiches and orange juice I am Valerie Taylor and I…

I am looking out of a window At a world that does not see me The birds feed At their crowded table Each day The woman feeds them With a feast Which they eat and enjoy Each night the pretty lights Sparkle and shine Through my window I want my life to be free I…

About twenty years ago I found a small exercise book full of handwritten poems in a park in London They were very good and much superior to anything that I had ever written I did nothing for five years and then decided to publish them under my own name The poems were well received and…