Stuart Miller-Osborne

apart from a few weeks every year the village that i call my home is saturated by the dew winds these are known locally as the yellow organics

Unlike the other beaches in the area Bulavant is a small beach It is famous for its Yellow School A group of Scottish Colourists Who stayed there between the wars Their name derived from their fondness For the various shades of organic yellow They often decorated the pebbles That were found on the beach These […]

In the small village of Eastry near Sandwich It is said that when a villager dies That it is the custom for a fair maiden To go to the bee hives in the fields And whisper the sad news To each of the bees Travels with Joe

Do you think that I am beautiful  Line asked me the same question Every morning as she lay in her bath  You are a very beautiful woman  In an hour she would be on the terrace  I do like she isolation of this castle  There were many battles fought  In these bloody fields  Men now […]

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I met Stella on a train in France on a very hot day  For some reason we clicked and decided to travel together  We opened up to each other as old friends might  I told her that I came from a family of solicitors  She quietly revealed that her fathers fathers father  Had been a high […]

the child was always yours we saw this written in the damp sand before our separation

I spend a lot of time in my bath With the beautiful angel Ruth We take turns whilst pearl diving To return to the surface for air

I live on a railway station Deep in a broken country My father is the stationmaster It has been my whole life for many years Of late I have been having visions Of God staring at me from passing trains

I spent a great deal of my time sailing With the artist Stella Morris Speed Her subjects are mostly Hellenic Whereas I am just an ordinary sailor Stella is married to Diane who founded The well known fashion chain A Dress Near Me They are legends in many countries The Mediterranean stretches As far as […]