Stuart Miller-Osborne

I have read that the volcano Vesuvius suffered six paroxysmal eruptions in the nineteenth century In 1839 1850 1855 1861 1868 and 1872 I believe the next one was in 1906 What has this got to do with the Brompton Road Nelly Nothing at all Then why bring it up Do you know that the […]

Rock rock rock and sand was all that Virginia could see She had expected little else as she looked into the vast waters beneath her station It was likely that this sea stretched all the way to America and maybe beyond   Virginia was wearing cotton skirt with pleasing blue and grey stripes and a […]

I smoke and discard my cigarettes Into the sea’s restless melt I walk my dog at six each morning In all weathers loving and brutal Winter summer spring and fall And again at three thirty in the afternoon I have smoked since I was fifteen And it is beginning to affect my gentle health I […]

Why prayers What are prayers What is light What is beauty What is love What is hate Who am I Who are you Why am I so disgusted With myself   Wild thoughts Wild deeds William Walton (unfinished)      

I met JCC outside Tesco’s earlier this week It had been raining hard So I offered him a lift Which he declined initially As he lived in a bungalow   However it was raining Bats and Bogs So he accepted my warmth And stayed for tea and toasted buns   The clouds passed and as […]

Why is there a dwarf in my bed I ask   Oh China Blue Oh China Blue I thought you liked TALL MEN It is so unfair and so unlike you   I have a new job which is very dull I superimpose false tractors On to real landscapes This is for the bottom end […]

My father and his father are both potters We have a shop and a very small factory Not far from the down harbour It was called or rather nicknamed The Curse of the Professionals  A throwaway remark from my mother In the summer we are quite busy And trade using the brand name Curse In […]

Jane asked me quite recently why I take photographs of the sea Was it the movement or the light or a combination of the two I answered yes and no as both the light and movement of the sea Interested me a great deal but it was the moment that I wanted to capture I […]

The one who plants trees  Knowing that he will never  Sit in their shade  Has at least  Started to understand  The meaning of life    I read these few lines As I sat on a cool station platform On a sweltering night in East India All the benches had been taken So I leaned against […]

I first noticed the pigeon in the road When the bus turned towards the terminus It had been killed by a bus or a tram Within the hour as its feathers were fresh And blowing in the grey sea breeze For this was a coastal town   I was about to photograph the bird When […]