Stuart Miller-Osborne

When my show opened  At the seven four gallery  It was much admired and loved I am above all a striking colourist 

Jean  During our weekend we stayed  At that remote hotel in the Cotswolds I do not think that I have been happier Than I was with you  Hélène 

About a year after I had lost my telephone My replacement phone started ringing at odd times But nobody wanted to speak to Lillian Jane There was an unnerving silence on the line I thought this might be misplaced humours But I soon discounted this explanation And then these calls stopped without reference My telephone […]

My day was arrested when I lost my telephone Alice and I searched everywhere We retraced all our local walks It was suggested that I might have Dropped it into the haunted river La rivière des soldats allemands But I was too scared to enter these waters As even after all these years they terrified […]

I have lived in the desert for many years It never changes It always remains the same And only floods in my dreams

The day had accepted high winds Which was rather unusual Given the position of the month

Life is a passing shadow The shadow of a bird In its flight Did you write that No it is from the Talmud It is very beautiful

I was forever in my dreams My school when I was young Was in the area of the Mékong Delta I stayed there for many years But always longed for my parents To come and collect me I received a number of their letters And carefully replied to every one We would become a family […]

I am sitting in a hire car Which I am planning to steal Quite how I got here is a mystery As I have just run out of gas On this dusty and featureless road A hitch hiker is sleeping in the back We have been travelling for three days She told me that this […]