Stuart Miller-Osborne

In the days leading up to December It is not uncommon to witness Spectacular skies Drunken drip gold fantastic

This beach in the summer is full of life There are families from all the local towns It is a happy and colourful beach Not today Even the seagulls are vacant Am I a good cook Yes you are a good cook But I cannot cook Where is your car It is amongst the dunes…

there are three kinds of secrets the first you keep from others the second you keep from yourself and the third is the truth that is quite deep especially from a person like you where did you find it it featured on a film poster many journeys ago what was the film as I said…

I spent most of my time sketching the silver fish And sculpted the soft white rocks of the island Into abstract shapes that resembled wild animals

I was taken by the sadness of the driftwood That I found bleached in the white sand

I spent most of my days on the beach There was plenty of driftwood to be found Some pieces retained paint that betrayed history

We often visit St Matthwes when we are nearby Writing again Joe Looks like it What subject St Matthwes That is thousands of miles distant It is such a beautiful island Sephine will fall in love with it It is months away Josie as we must winter here We will sail when the conditions allow…

My father was a barman at the Kitty Kat Club Which was within touching distance of Piccadilly Circus This long forgotten club was frequented by gangsters Not the loud names but those who drifted just below the surface One of these gangsters was named Tom D Adams Who was known for his cruel and violent…

I will only take a minute of your time Red Rooster is my name I am known by some as a brutal killer Although those more learned amongst us Can see that I am a vigilante and nothing else I dispose of those who are not fit to share God’s air If you have sinned…

A dying soldier placed his head in my lap He smiled weakly I have inherited your future He looked at me and said You have also inherited my past