Stuart Miller-Osborne

Café Bath Coffee and walnut cake Tea lightly brewed We are settling down for a while Before we explore the City of the Caesars   Bath Café Today the sky was classically grey and the lingering drizzle did nothing to improve its tired flow Tourists some from afar huddled under colourful umbrellas and obediently followed […]

I am almost touched by the slender robes of angels As I sit birdlike high above your city From my vantage I can see you clearly Conducting your daily business But you are without sight And will never be able to raise your eyes To realise my company   2018

Homage to Blueberries Last year when visiting Paris I saw a priest jump over a ticket barrier A few days later I met him outside of his church I asked him why he had tried to avoid his fare With a gentle smile he explained That his motorbike had given birth hours earlier And that […]

Catholic Town Its spire was never completed you know Neither was the central tower Pretty was walking on the wide path that separated the wall of Pugin’s garden and the west cliffs that fell deeply into the sea Solange was a few steps behind her and was holding an umbrella tight against the fierce wind […]

A Bath Full of Ladybirds Harriet Jane Kendall would travel over twenty miles to the next town to play tennis The reason for this was that the local tennis facility has been infested and destroyed by the blue ladybirds Harriet partnered the a vicars son named Gordon in doubles tournaments and occasionally partnered his identical […]

January Fragments January Bleak month Why do you torment the year With your narrow thoughts You are alone as few follow you January (Veils) You have never removed your final veil As your sisters have I know what lies beneath your modesty It is not a mystery Even the most rigid of months Desires my […]

We are so lucky to live here From the Margate light To the desert at Dungeness We are the privileged ones This must be God’s favourite garden     Found written in pencil on the back of The Pilgrims Map of Kent

Anna For some reason I have always liked nuns I feel a sense of peace when I am near them and therein lies a short tale About twenty years ago I found myself at Chippenham Railway Station in Wiltshire and noticed a tiny aged nun struggling badly with a huge suitcase I immediately offered her […]

Phillip gave me the Emmanuelle chair I placed it next to the large window Which has views to the sea For a while each morning I sit in this chair And watch the sun rise above the horizon It is always different no matter the season I often photograph the event and send it to […]

come here Kitt E Katt come over here to me we will use this blind alley way as it is a short cut towards the sea