Stuart Miller-Osborne

Recently I was given a dated photograph Taken locally at the turn of the last century A woman is seen looking out to sea There is a silent drama within She appears to be in mourning Waiting for her deep love To return from a voyage That will never end This photograph was taken On…

Review I must say that I was a little dubious about this play even before I entered the Duke of York theatre on a warm evening last Tuesday The last time I watched a Simon Craven play the audience was expected to join the actors on the stage and watch a live recording of a…

I was told that it was A Weather Bomb Whatever that is But as I left the house The loft door At the top of the stairs Was dislodged By a gust of wind Which amazed me After repositioning it safely I wandered down Towards the sea I was alone apart from a couple Of…

I was in Naples recently To see Napoli win the Serie A title Like many I wore a Napoli football shirt I was accompanied by Linda Who was the wife of a good friend She had been born in Naples But now lived in London When I met her in the city She was wearing…

Today I purchased a copy Of Bram Stoker’s Dracula For you to read When we visit Whitby

I met a chap named George Merrow In the library yesterday He had just been released from prison You might remember him He made front page news a few years back As he walked into an abattoir And instructed them to stop the slaughter When this request was refused He shot four people dead And…

What is it Josie Open it It feels hard and flat It is an enamel sign It has got writing on it Amazing I WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGISE TO ANYONE I HAVE NOT YET OFFENDED please be patient I WILL GET TO YOU SHORTLY Is that the way you see me Josie Yes A Shock…

The Indigo Family Lived near the railroad tracks Opposite the disused flour mill In Flag Spencer Ma Indigo and Pa Indigo Had eight daughters Lace Indigo Gray Indigo Slipp Indigo & Money Indigo & All lived at home Jayne Indigo Lived in Portland Ink Indigo Lived in Lisbon LaDonna Indigo Lived on the road Beatriz…

I live next to a waterway In Coulanges-sur-Yonne Please do not disturb me As I no longer write poetry

An area so corrosive That even the spiders are dead Nothing exists in the Ecolove facrory No trains linger on the passing lines Wagons are dormant Nothing moves