Stuart Miller-Osborne

Joe Josie and Sephine Are back in Richmond They were missed their friends This Saturday at three afternoon The Flooded Inn With host their memories Of the USA and Finland Josie will be signing Copies of her new book Alcatraz and Me

Girls can wear scruffy jeans  And cut their hair short  They can wear vests or tee shirts  As it is okay to be a boy named Tom  But If you switch this around  Then the said boys are ridiculed  For being too feminine  The mathematics of this  Totally confuses me Joe  It really does confuse me 

There is a period  Between Christmas  And the New Year  That were known locally  As the Daft Days  You would do daft things  Like walking through  Railway tunnels at night  Or wearing your mums knickers  When you went to church  I had always wondered  Why these days  Were called Daft Days  Before I realised  That […]

On the evening of Tuesday Xi dozed in an easy chair  A soft piano played in another room  She dreamt of an iced glass of strawberry water 

Why do you have a tattoo on your shoulder Julie  To remember a holiday that I once enjoyed  Was it a romantic holiday  No I travelled alone  Where did you go  Prague  Your obviously enjoyed it  Very much as the city immediately seduced me  I wanted my holiday to go on forever  So one evening I made […]

Pik wears a red mackintosh and a hood Even when the rain has stopped Peg wears a soft cotton dress  Pink wooden white and blue Pog just looks at the beautiful sky  From the comfort of her wicker basket 

Where is Keira  At the cinema  She must be a rich girl  Free tickets Joe  Blow job again  Probably  Which movie is showing  Thirty  Never heard of it  Nobody has  Who the fuck would make a movie about a number  A mathematician maybe  Why not twenty nine or twenty eight  Twenty eight is a far […]

I will make you an apple pie using the finest ice  Whilst you are playing rugby this afternoon Please think of me  I will use sliced lemon peel  Limes and rose petals Ginger sharp oranges   And kisses from my tender lips  Oh the wonder of it all Sweet Amaryllis 

My daughter visited Berlin  Some years ago  I asked her to try to find  A fragment of the Berlin Wall  As I wanted to own  A piece of its history  My foolish request was granted  And I kept it with my other souvenirs  In a large cardboard box  This was until I moved back to the sea Due […]

I find that I am happier  During the dark winter months  I adore the smooth vibes Of the snowy bright days  The blue hues of the icy skies  I sometimes walk barefoot  In my garden that sleeps  So that I might share The tenderness of the snow  Which lies in a flat silence  During these hours […]