Stuart Miller-Osborne

 I do not want to live in England It is not fit for humans now We were very lucky that we lived In decent part of the country But now you cannot have nice things Even in these small towns The primates have taken over Martha letter to Joe (April 2026)

I was reading that the conquistadors Visited this area in search of gold What was your source Cortez These were written by a priest His daughter was responsible For their return to Spain Others followed but could not penetrate They just vanished into the jungle Or drowned in these unknown rivers This area has been […]

It was built about eight years ago But has been abandoned for two No reasons were given As it had all been hush hush The exploration of the delta Where precious stones and minerals Were thought to exist This jetty looks brand new It has not aged or decayed The red paint almost glows No […]

I rather liked the design Cut and the subtle colours Of Marie’s nightshirt Which she frequently wore Tucked into her faded jeans When swimming in the colliery lake

Marie was wearing the tee shirt Which I had purchased in London It illustrated in graphic detail Mining accidents From Courrières to Mitsui  From Benxihu to Oaks Although the subject matter Was rather gruesome It was a love gift Nonetheless

The night will be black and white If I was in a relationship With a railroad crossing This would be seen as absurd The night will be black and white If I was in a relationship With the most beautiful girl in the world My behaviour would be seen as normal The night/ does it […]

Of late Jeanne has been photographing Fruit and vegetables and their kitchen friends Which I find rather charming eccentric and puzzling I supposed it to be her take on Dead Nature/Nature morte But then she dyed her hair green and began collecting images Of her mons pubis peeking over her brightly coloured pants It is […]

The weather is fine But the water is cold I would suggest A thin pullover The fog seems to be drifting Out to sea at its normal pace I might write this morning Unless Michael calls me

It was only when I looked closely That I realised that five onions Were slow dancing with the wispy clouds This confused me But I did not question it

As I left a country fair I saw three children Two boys and a girl With what appeared to be balloons Floating high above them