Stuart Miller-Osborne

Rebecca The heat has been insufferable lately One can cut the air with a sharp knife Like so many in our little avenue We have spent many hours in the pool I do not think that I have ever been Quite so tanned during an English Summer That is why your lovely gift was so […]

Your eyes Your face Your mood Your day Your light Your smile Nothing changes

Violet was wearing her thin violet dress She always wore the same cotton garment When she visited the small cinema in Arles

I was aware of your secret quite soon after Our initial meeting at Richards Lake Although you were at pains to keep it hidden I quickly saw that you were a blue mermaid This did not bother me in the slightest As I prefer mermaids to short wired cats

Of Laura was a female vampire Much feared in the village of Pau But in reality she was a wooden game Resting in a wooden box The idea was to match geometric shapes With the aim of slowly creating Patterns and architectural motifs Whilst eating stale bread

according to the weather forecast it is going to be warm next week are you gong to wear your red shirt as that colour really suits you and compliments your blonde hair

Salome is a dressmaker Who lives quietly Above a drapers shop I often help my friend When our office is closed We are planning to travel south And will go into business together

Owns a flower shop in the high street Which sells beautiful flowers She wraps them in barbed wire With a gently perfumed gift card

There are two devotions In my life Neither remains blue

Many years later He phoned her And told her That it was as before That he still loved her He could never stop loving her That he would love her until death That is quite beautiful Clive Whose pen does it belong to Marguerite Duras It is from L’Amant Those years had always existed On […]