Author: Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • Advice for Lost Strawberries

    Snivelling child Snivelling child Why do you love the chimney stacks more than me? I am your sister Dean-Dean And you should love me as such Myriam wrote this in the margins of her exercise book at her school as her younger brother wept in front of her She let twenty years pass and was […]

  • La Jenny

    The holiday brochure showed chocolate bars in the shape of cars and terracotta villas Sister Marie was posing for an aggressive photographer who was complaining about everything from the force of the breeze to the dip dappled light   His assistant Agnes bored and bullied and very French was sitting quietly on the bench Join […]

  • Elliot Browning Counts the Stars

    Elliot Browning counted the stars and wondered why so many inhibited life Geraldine Browning considered that the tea leaves left in her cup were the real universe. She thought that the saturated leaves contained many varieties of life whose movement could not be seen by the naked eye and that was why they appeared to […]

  • From Modern Town Planning by Uncle Jacques

    On the western side of the town where I live and work there is an area which was once considered very desirable. I will call this area Shepherd’s Park as today it does not really have a name. It is still full of Victorian houses many of which can be seen from the main road […]

  • The Traincrasheroes of Lebanon Count Magic Flowerpots

    The Revenge of Prosperous P Prosperous P hated his girlfriend Ministry being called Ministry M. This was the name that most people used He was planning his revenge Art Winifred was heavily into body painting and liked nothing better that to have her body be used as a canvas Tim-Tim often amused Winifred by using […]

  • Savernake Forest (Winter)

    In the sad slip woods nothing moved The January mists stirred above the trees But the damp leaves that covered the forest paths Remained still in the grey stiffness of the day The clearance fields retained The bleakness of the month As did the nearby hills Hidden in their distance   All creatures were awaiting […]

  • The Light Behind the Altar

    Behind the altar a small candle flickered almost unseen Its soft light slowly illuminated the figures nearby Which had previously been hidden A baby white hidden in its mother’s arms looked at me and whispered Come and See Come and See Suddenly the small candle became so bright that it lit up the whole church […]

  • The Judas Box

    He lies there in a fine box with ornate handles and is carried into the church Hayhoyeaho His wife who is not dressed in black lets me sniff her perfumed bouquet Hayhoyeaho It is sweet and sticky and excites my senses. I pluck a single flower and dance quietly around the font Hayhoyeaho A single […]

  • From King Henry the Eighth by Pascal Pascale

    Anne was sitting by the widow of the tower designed by May The flat-lands extended for as far as she could see and she waved to passing travellers who were making their way into the featureless countryside They always waved back The tower was a landmark and could be seen for miles even on the […]

  • The War Poetry of Oswald Berring

    Enfield in Love He sits there smiling But his bloodied teeth Tell all who pass That he was betrayed By his first kiss   Lucy Brings a Lamp I want to see your face Lucy And know That when my nightmares cease Your love will cover me   The Hideous Church Twenty years ago I […]