Stuart Miller-Osborne

I am sharing a coffee with a famous philosopher He tells me that there is a politician Who supports the bad guys I assassinate the said politician Am I guilty of any crime He is awaiting my answer I stay silent and order another coffee

Comedian Sitting in a Wheelchair He stares at the audience For a minute or so And then tells them That he used to be A Stand Up Comedian

I am enjoying a coffee Whist looking at a cinema The day has become Increasingly humid There is a chance of storms

I am enjoying a coffee On a day that is becoming i ncreasingly confused About its own identity

I am enjoying a coffee On a day that is confused About its own identity

I often think of city locations When walking through the countryside To date this is unexplained

I have an elder sister named Soossie Soo My sister is five years older than me When she was seventeen she fell from a horse And fractured her skull requiring various operations Thankfully she made a complete recovery But was left with some unsightly scars Which she covers with her luxurious hair This said she […]

My bedroom overlooks the sea I often sit in bed with Angela Studying the summer moons A soft fruit gentle of character Floats just above the horizons And paints our dreams blush pink

Sent me a blurred photograph As she sped past The Westbury White Horse She was travelling to London In a powder blue carriage Late of Cheltenham Spa

The New Beach Sands are often saturated By the unpredictable Blue Reef Tides Dot Shingle is a London trained artist And is much celebrated in our little village She is also my lovely Aunt Dorothy I have just painted three church frescoes Which will be blessed as July matures Before this great event my aunt […]