Stuart Miller-Osborne

It should not have happened on a day such as this As it was a hot summers evening But I was working the late shift at Sefton station Which was by now quiet after a busy day There were three more trains each running on the hour I was in my office when I saw […]

I met Viola tonight  Really I have not seen her for many years Come to think of it is must have been the summer of 1992 How is she As well as to be expected for a time traveller Really I thought she looked a bit tired and her coat was heavy Where did you […]

white ship in motion on a silver ocean against a slate grey sky   white ship on a silver sea reflects the blank grey sky

A gaggle of girls are sitting on a stone bench Watching the incoming tide I am aimlessly reading The Fundamentals of Marxism-Leninism  As I wander towards the Margate Sands You are collecting coloured sea glass Blue Green Green Blue Blue Green We are all bathed in the white light of the day

We share a great deal Our love of nature Our love of the sea But what does The colour purple Do for you and me

I was named Rosa Luna As the garden roses Looked so beautiful In the pale moonlight   I rather like my lovely name And I now work in Sils Maria Serving Dragon Tea to my guests In the gardens of Nietzsche-Haus  

I am Bolivian But I would Rather be English   I am English But I would Rather be Bolivian

Translated from the Hebrew I translated your poem from the Hebrew Whilst waiting for the number sixty one You were so pleased with my translation That you gave me a quiet kiss and a gun   Myriam Saul Myriam Saul Myriam Saul One is short and the other tall Both are called Myriam Saul Although […]

The petals and the poem Were smothered almost immediately By the breaking green waves    

I am making a movie about steam locomotives There will be no nudity in my movie