Stuart Miller-Osborne

I was sitting in the doorway Of a train that used to carry tea When I lost my shiny red shoe I considered it lost in the jungle But it was found by my future husband Five years after I had let it fall

There is a viaduct in Ceylon Which has nine arches I have never seen this viaduct But have travelled across it in a dream Unlike other railways people here Mix closely with the passing trains I asked the dream master about this He looked confused and pleaded ignorance And requested a rerun of my previous […]

I waited until Charlotte was at her most vulnerable By doing so I probably saved her life She was sleeping on my bed quite naked A distance away from her weapons In dreams one does not need guns I had drugged her coffee And left the apartment I then contacted the cops and waited It […]

Joe I have just read your short story It is brutal to say the least It is just black and white The developers the planning committees Are portrayed as the bad guys They are assassinated in cold blood Without any mercy being shown They were the bad guys Rob But was direct action the only […]

Tiyson was a travel rep I once knew She told me about the Blue Sea Which was situated on the edge of the world She offered to walk with me To the Azure Beach So that we might swim Returning Blue

When she found her flatmate Dying in a bloody tub She let her bleed to death As it had been Sarah’s decision To end her own miserable life Would I have acted differently That is an abstract question Which I will not answer at present

Happy little trees set in threes Mask my Gothic home Somerset July 2023

You are all colours to me Bright in the summer months When the light is strong I love our mornings In the early breeze When I sense winter I draw you close to me To retain warmth We close our eyes And start the familiar journey

Ella likes Kandy bars in Panama

I have collected stamps since I was a small child But since meeting you I have collected your photographs In rich albums Saturated in colour To celebrate our love