Stuart Miller-Osborne

Although I have never worked there The depot at the end of my road Is supposed to be haunted By the ghost of a Swiss girl Who was murdered on a train Between fifty and sixty years ago Normally I would ignore these stories But of late I have seen a red glow Emitting from […]

And now rests Not in obscurity But near a runway

The sisters owned a wool shop Charlotte in a State Which was on the corner Of All Saints Road South And All Saints Road North Between 1820 and 1962 All Saints Road East Had run in the direction Of the railway station But this had been truncated When the Wood Green bypass Was built to […]

If anything needed to be organised In Wood Green then it would be passed To Kitty who was Tabitha’s elder sister Summer Fete’s were her speciality No suggestion would be ignored These were hugely popular in the district And were part of the summer calendar In 2026 the Wood Green Summer Fete Would be celebrating […]

On our trip across the USA Karin and I visited New Mexico As I was working on my Weston book I had been researching Tina Modotti But Karin suggested Charis Wilson Which presented difficulties As Weston’s famous photographs Were shot in the Oceano Dunes And not the White Sands of New Mexico As we were […]

Ragged I am a traveller I came here With hundreds of others To see Sigiriya Since all the others Chose to write poems I chose not to do so As I am not a poet

I listened to the message given by her A bee who has seen the full-blown lotuses She bewildered this heart of mine I was consoled without measure

What do you call an inkwell without ink R What do you a pen without words R What do you call a life not lived R

My mom desig ce olde ceramics Inloved on wete dayes Shee keps them im jarz