Stuart Miller-Osborne

a women sits at a table facing the sea a transparent bottle a white milky sea footprints in the sand

Yesterday whilst visiting the lane I found a piece of red brick Much weathered Which was obviously in situ When the 1953 image Was captured on film

queenie said all the truths come from the east as we sat in a fallow field staring at the sky i told her that that was all tosh and seriously very seriously all my medicines were green

In May 1953 An artist Captured St Alphege Lane With his ancient camera Two women were in the lane One was on a bicycle The other walking Both were overlooked By the tower of the great cathedral I visited this quiet lane today And took a series of photographs In seventy years little has changed…

Cleo has killed a robin We have buried it Near the garden gate Not far from the sea It will face the sky

My best friend is in Greece She is staying with her parents Maria is writing poetry As her home town inspires her I am in her small flat With her brother Tomas We are meeting Maria In Athens on Tuesday I am illustrating her book Which we have called Maria Full of Grace Grace Simpson…

interview joe start are you smo or joe who is smo you are not seen in public very often are you a crab hermit your work divides opinion what is an opinion you are known to offend people really yes in what way you are very rude at times the only time words might hurt…

I sometimes sneak into Railroad yards at night It is the stillness That fascinates me More than anything else I often see small insects Nocturnally active Searching for food Mine is a solitary occupation But one that is full of pleasure

Where did it all go wrong Valerie She was once a great waterway Straight as a die coast to coast But is now barely damp Under our bare feet

Why were you forgotten When once you were A major waterway