Stuart Miller-Osborne

The room was filled with small grey monitors and for a small charge one could watch anything that was not illegal Two men of Middle Eastern appearance were chatting to their wives and kissing the screen when their children appeared with their toys That is where I found Laura sitting in front of monitor four […]

The Major galloped rapidly across the field of battle On his trusty horse Berry Hall Captain January is at it again what a crazy fellow he is He is no longer a captain He is a Major now What is he doing? He is drawing the shell fire away from our trenches So that we […]

One must be a sea  to receive a polluted stream  without becoming impure  Do you consider me impure  Each day  Then you are not my sea  Stan and Jane

Empty sketches Brothers three

The Count had been very kind to me

Wherever you are I am the musician That you left wounded In a muddy winter ditch

One of the great things About July evenings Are the frequent blush sunsets They are so splendid That you question their reality

I am my only friend As my mirror No longer Likes me

You have asked me to follow The Roads of Mercy I am not sure if I can do this As I lack any sense of direction I will therefore have to be my own guide