Stuart Miller-Osborne

Due to circumstances  Outside of my control  I began to travel  From village to village I had been injured  And was forced  To slowly imagine  My dreams of leaving 

When I was very young my father found my mother Lying naked in bed with another woman This shattered him and we went to live In the House of the Seven Dreams Before I continue let me explain that in our language A dream is another name for an aunt My disgraced mother had seven […]

Veronika was a total outcast She was considered unclean And was not touched By those fearing contamination

Colours are known to dissolve When alarmed by distortions This happened earlier today When a yacht lied about its name In a few seconds it changed colour And became a pale imitation of itself

Yesterday I purchased a Victorian print From a traditional spring fayre in Rye The New College in Oxford I was told by the vendor That the print had originally belonged To his late stepmother Who when she was just a child Found herself on the final refugee ship Bound for the safety of Felixstowe The […]

Today I am visiting Ash Which is between Sandwich and Canterbury It has a very prominent church That overlooks the nearby meadows At the time of writing Wisteria is everywhere It sleeps peacefully Within the warmth of a May afternoon An anniversary has been celebrated There are flags everywhere Red Red White Red White and […]

Chilled winds often blow  Over the salted marshes The dream gulls hover 

Flapper fashions seldom age Black operas are often worn In country lanes softly shrouded

In the window of a village bookshop I found a pale blue forgotten church

Sitting in a plastic chair Outside a wooden pod Holidays in an open field Just two miles from the sea A second hand book Hayes Holidays Library Forward Arsenal 1888 – 1952 Fifty pence Plus a fridge magnet A tiny pod in a snow globe These are already my memories And I am not even […]