Stuart Miller-Osborne

I wrote you a love letter On Hampstead Heath Which you later lost The daughter of the landlord Of the Spanish Saint Found this letter And thought it was from her boyfriend They are getting married tomorrow And we have both been invited to the church

Janice and I were on the way to Dover When our train was stopped at Ashford International We were told that the train would not continue its journey As the buses had eaten Dover it was no more nothing was left There was just a huge hole where the town had been The same applied…

Push and Mary Water came running into the shop Close your shutters there is a demonstration ahead It is nothing to do with me If they want to fight their silly wars Then do so without reference to my life What are they demonstrating about Pigs Pigs Yes pigs Which ones The ones in uniform…

I am sheltering In a doorway As the snow Has isolated me In this small village The grey doves Are hibernating I can feel them nearby

Half of life is lost In charming others The other half is lost In understanding The anxieties That others cause

I love snowstorms I love the muffled silences And how familiar objects Become mysterious And slightly sinister Colours thin are vivid to the eye One feels an isolation Even in large cities The sky is thick heavy and white Everything rests bleak

I am a blind artist My name is Amelia H I paint my favourite cities London Paris Berlin On to commissioned walls I have been called An interior decorator But that belittles my art As I am much more than that I currently live in Venice Which I am told Is too beautiful to paint…

Nothing illustrates the decay of modern society More than old railway stations in large cities Tea Joe Please These were once hubs of the community There was a pride in these places They were well staffed and much loved And then the malignant hyenas arrived They are if they have survived at all Just empty…

What are you looking at Joe A series of photographs Where were they taken Honor Oak The railway station in South London Does it interest you Very much as it illustrates decay Here is the first one taken in the 1920s If you notice there is a woman Standing on the wooden platforms Even though…

I am sitting alone on the flight deck of Light 2 Listening to Barber’s Adagio for Strings Having just finished reading a football programme Issued for a match played over one thousand years ago My ship is currently travelling through Angelis Four And has been doing so for the last twenty years Yet I have…