Stuart Miller-Osborne

I am on the blue crocodile cloud In a while I will flood the lower lanes Please wait for me near The Rose Bar West

If you look out of your top window You will see the clouds over Paris At present they resemble great castles Due to the heat of the summer I

This is my mother Irene She was born in Hungary And has spent many years nursing Those less fortunate than herself Irene & Stephen (2026)

When my show opened  At the seven four gallery  It was much admired and loved I am above all a striking colourist 

Jean  During our weekend we stayed  At that remote hotel in the Cotswolds I do not think that I have been happier Than I was with you  Hélène 

About a year after I had lost my telephone My replacement phone started ringing at odd times But nobody wanted to speak to Lillian Jane There was an unnerving silence on the line I thought this might be misplaced humours But I soon discounted this explanation And then these calls stopped without reference My telephone […]

My day was arrested when I lost my telephone Alice and I searched everywhere We retraced all our local walks It was suggested that I might have Dropped it into the haunted river La rivière des soldats allemands But I was too scared to enter these waters As even after all these years they terrified […]

I have lived in the desert for many years It never changes It always remains the same And only floods in my dreams

The day had accepted high winds Which was rather unusual Given the position of the month

Life is a passing shadow The shadow of a bird In its flight Did you write that No it is from the Talmud It is very beautiful