Author: Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • New York Streets

    I am discovering more streets Here in my home city of York And because of this I no longer dream

  • Dreamworld

    My dreamworld Is all I have left Through the maelstrom Of my ice mares I am clinging to a reality That is fading fast

  • Snatch of the Day

    Hi Joe I do not know if you have seen this but the manager of your female side at Chelsea (you know the *** **** one ) has managed to fuck off some of her team by having a chew at carpet chewing relationships within the same team or indeed carpet chewing within the female […]

  • My Big Book of Black Philosophers

    Hi Joe Martin Is Josie there Not at present Would you thank her for my birthday gift I will What did she get you My Big Book of Black Philosophers How nice I do have a question for you about this lovely book Go ahead When I opened it I found four hundred and ninety […]

  • Much Ado About Nothing

    Joe Josie I am very x Why Because of Kate Bush No the royal Kate What is troubling you Those fucking photographs What the topless ones No not those But the recent family ones Everybody thinks that they were altered And the poor girl Has been hounded into a corner People forget she is recovering […]

  • Philosopher with a Camera

    I am a part time philosopher I am a part time photographer They are quite different disciplines But instead of noting down my thoughts I record them in black and white Using penny and bright guinea arcades Scarborough New Brighton Camber Bude Tenby and Skegness

  • Seychelles – Anse Parnel Takamaka

    a women sits at a table facing the sea a transparent bottle a white milky sea footprints in the sand

  • St Alphege Lane

    Yesterday whilst visiting the lane I found a piece of red brick Much weathered Which was obviously in situ When the 1953 image Was captured on film

  • All my Medicines are Green

    queenie said all the truths come from the east as we sat in a fallow field staring at the sky i told her that that was all tosh and seriously very seriously all my medicines were green

  • St Alphege Lane

    In May 1953 An artist Captured St Alphege Lane With his ancient camera Two women were in the lane One was on a bicycle The other walking Both were overlooked By the tower of the great cathedral I visited this quiet lane today And took a series of photographs In seventy years little has changed […]