Stuart Miller-Osborne

I am a bookshop manager And have been one for many years I only work in towns beginning with C Cirencester Cheltenham Coventry and Seaford In that time I have seen many things Including the world famous author Who stole her own signed books I blackmailed her for six years And had my own poetry […]

Today on an early summer beach I could be found collecting pebbles My linen bag was soon full Of pebbles of many colours But one gathered my attention More than all the others It was small pebble less than an inch across That possessed a hole through which I could See the sea in all […]

I was once told that rivers Do not spring from the ground But are the bitter tears of those Who we have sadly lost   Anon 

Dear Edgar I know that this love letter Will never reach you As your train will never stop I often wait on the railway stations That refuse to exist just to catch A glimpse of you passing What a beautiful train it is Blue blue blue and blue You are indeed the truest traveller That […]

Dear Sissy I am currently travelling on a lovely blue train Which is quite splendid inside and out There are no stations on this line Nor have they ever existed This does not worry me in the slightest As the true traveller never arrives At his or her destination   Edgar 

Long before I met you Anna I knew a woman called Gwen She was my lecturer at university We had a short affair which was very sexual But when I left college it fizzled out I initially thought it was that distance prevented us fucking But soon realised that it was more than that As […]

Most people love me because of my silly clothes and decorated face They do not care for reality as they too have disguised themselves And I am just an extension of this absurd fantasy it is as simple as that   But of late I have tired of my theatre as I have a good […]

I had known for a while that a number of abandoned tunnels Were positioned directly under my cottage garden As far as I was concerned they were no more than disused mines   It was only when my sister gave me a silver turquoise ring That I realised that my garden was full of such […]

Inger was walking along the promenade   She was was remembering the white nights   That we had once shared counting the stars                  

The Italian Detective was standing near the Martello Tower A crime had been committed as graffiti had appeared on the whitewash A hunt was on for the people who had committed this terrible crime But little success had been achieved by the local police forces So Inspector Giuseppe Joseph was asked to investigate the vandalism […]