Stuart Miller-Osborne

Why am I in Spain It is probably for the same reason Than you are in Spain Unlike you I do not have Spanish blood Everybody around me is English But I am told that I look Spanish I love the sun and the pace of life And this makes me even more unhappy with […]

I have ended up in Spain It is not because I am Spanish Fat from it As I am as English as they come I look English And speak English But my grandmother was Spanish A refugee from Seville And that is why I am here I have tired of my home country It makes […]

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