Stuart Miller-Osborne

When I was a child I published an imaginary newspaper Once a week My journal did not have a title But I devoted an increasing amount of time And column inches To the life and travels of Francisco Pizarro As autumn changed into summer My reports became more frequent For I was now travelling to […]

She sits in a formal yet relaxed pose in what appears to be an ornamental garden Her dress is casual, yet fashionable Almost Bohemian She smiles without passion Into the dull deep middle distance Which leads me to believe that only the hollow eyed rocks Will confuse the general reader   A photograph of a […]

As I watched Elsa-Elsa ride around the Wall of Death I noticed that a cage containing a small canary Was suspended from her neck When I questioned her motives She explained that she was a Motorcycle Performance Artist And that I was her audience    

We watched movies in cornfields And painted watercolours in busy cities Inspired by the enchanting light These were our quiet days of summer   Copies of this short poem have been attached to walls in Bath,Dover and Clichy    

It rained in the afternoon but the morning was clear although a stiffening breeze hinted that that the weather was about to change As we made our way along the short promenade a skinny man and a chunky girl began swimming in the heavy waves I feared for their safety Both wore black swimming outfits […]

As I was passing the boat-slip I noticed that filming was taken place once more The boat-slip was quite often used as a location when films were being made The wet cobblestones were reflecting the many arc lights that were being used Two women were singing to each other near to the water’s edge And […]

Only Association Keeps Me Here Yesterday I bathed in the sea The waters were warm The sea is often like this in late August As I dried myself on the beach I considered the construction of a sea wall So that the benign temperatures could be captured   A Whitewashed Wall On the wall of […]

My Italian grandmother warned me during my early years of certain fruits that could be found in most common kitchens She also taught me of the disastrous consequences should these fruits be mixed to make a White Cocktail When she died in her ninety-eighth year Feeling a little tired and rather queer She handed me […]

It is known that during her short lifetime Marjory Fleming did not travel more than a dozen miles from her home in Kirkcaldy However she was often seen on the streets of Canterbury travelling rapidly in her imagination She disguised herself as a crow as not to gain attention    

  The Folkestone Mermaid Raised above these sands The mature mermaid Protects the beach below She counts the tides And the passing ships Which transport Her transparent shells To the colonies   Heavens Harbour Arm We eat in shiny restaurants close to the sunny sands and stroll along heavens harbour towards our distant lands   […]