Stuart Miller-Osborne

It had been hot for a number of weeks  I was in Folkestone  Near the funicular railway Which was being being restored  (the reason for my visit)  An abridged cafe  Had also survived  (unlike the burnt tea)  Which haunted me  I was very happy  As the light was perfect  The spectacular Shoreline apartments  (another reason […]

Did I know the posh man and the pretty girl  It was his daughter  Nice frock I wish I was willowy like her  What do you think of the apartments I have not really thought about it  It is a bit blowy down here in the winter  Would you like to live in one of the […]

That was all that they found in her room Along with a note that read  A moment before a moment  It has been over sixty years  Since she disappeared  Nobody has an explanation  The strange thing is that her clock  Never worked after she vanished  It never advances beyond the twelfth hour 

When I was released from prison  My father ordered me to stay  In his Potiers house  As I had brought shame on my family  I reluctantly agreed to this isolation  She was weeping  Having been robbed  By a couple of Arabs  I took her back to the house  To help her recover from the ordeal  She […]

I travelled into the city  Looking to find Julia’s assailants  Knowing that I would never Be able to find them  As they all looked alike  I stopped at the Cafe Charles Martel  As the day was mild  And I had not eaten for hours  Although I felt at peace with myself I felt an anger […]

Where are you Joe  In Ashland Virginia  Josie is also in the US with her friends  Sephine is in Finland  We are scattered to the winds  The sisters have returned to Greece  Although Cora in returning quite soon  Why Ashland you might ask  That is easy as I like trains  I have a friend named Cassie  […]

Hi Bonni what are you doing here  You should be in the warm  As it is icicles out here I am homeless Lezah But you had such a lovely hutch  I was so jealous of you  And so were many of the other rabbits  What happened  Do you remember the storm  Which storm  Storm Willam Nobody […]

There is a legend that scores of flying smails  Were frequently seen in the middle of the twelfth century  In the skies above Theydon Bois  These were noted and illustrated in the Epping Drolleries  I have lived in the village for many years But I have never seen a flying snail  Although they can be seen Occasionally […]

Manning lit a cigarette  And thought of the dead queen  You cannot spoke in here mate  Sorry I forgot so many rules  In the distance  There was the sound of an explosion  What the fuck was that  The pub emptied in a flash  Somebody has assassinated the Prime Minister  What makes you say that  I […]

I have just stolen  A rare edition  Of Ulysses  It dates from 1922 It was so easy as Maude  Distracted the old guy  With her gossamer blouse He was all eyes and no attention  We are now sitting  Inside the Cafe Camus  And can see the cops  Acting like bees  Maude no longer  Has dark hair  […]