Stuart Miller-Osborne

Whenever I stand at the end of a railway platform I feel that I am standing on the edge of the universe If one looks one way the comforts of home are shared If one looks in the other direction then only a vacancy greets I have always seen trains as organic creatures Like whales…

Josie I found this paperback for you What is it called I cannot see As I am balancing the coffee’s Everything is so confused in Italy You can say that again That again Mad Girl’s Love Song Sounds fun Is it about me You are not a mad girl Mind you your coffee balancing Leaves…

My best friend’s sister was three years older that me Her name was Marionette and she lived in France Whereas Guy was being educated in England His family lived on the outskirts of Antibes I often summered there but rarely saw Marionette As she stayed with her fathers first wife in July Marionette hardly noticed…

When in Canterbury I took a photograph Of the wheel of a bus The kerb was also displayed As well as the exit/entrance platform A passing leg was caught Black shoes sensible Black tights forgettable I was questioned about my eye Many questioned me about my eye What was my reasoning For such as odd…

Of late I have been travelling I have been exploring genres Heavy Metal has always interested me But I am not a Metal Head I liked Punk Music But I was not a Punk In no particular order Epica Rage of Light Metalwings Blackbriar Eleine Elvellon This post is all over the place Joe and…

Darling Josephine God is not punishing you Far from it as he is not a malicious God You have not sinned Not in the slightest Yours in a special love There is nothing sordid about you You are a very special girl As Joe is a special boy I am so proud of you both…

Mummy You have probably heard by now that Josie went a little crazy I became so happy that I began to question it It happened on a beach in Cannes I was drowning on a dry beach Was this a one off No it has been coming for a while I had felt myself changing I…

Simone and I met on a bus in Nantes We were both reading Verlaine I still use my bus ticket As a bookmark Simone will now fade From this poem She will not return Which I find rather sad

Joe I trust this finds you well and that Cannes is agreeable As requested I have sent copies of The Catherine of Catherine’s and Thirty-Nine to Richard at his Oxford address I rather liked both of these poems and I am sure that he will like them as well Please send my love to Josephine…

There is an ornamental pond In front of our apartment It is filled with golden carp Who live until they are thirty-nine