Stuart Miller-Osborne

I left the beach when the afternoon was less than four hours old The sea breeze has cooled although the mature sun was still high bright and warm As I walked towards towards the small row of coastal shops that faced the sea I felt that the day had run its course and that I […]

Ana    I have a green bicycle and I ride it through the summer fields so that I may become invisible  Tim    That is all very well but I have never met Clement  Ana    Clement  Tim    Your bicycle  Ana     My bicycle is not called Clement Tim      What is the […]

I often dream that I am in Cuba Before the revolution sipping gin That was yesterdays dream As I am now in a Cuban jail I have committed no crime Apart from sipping gin In a Cuban bar Before the revolution

In the last few years a post box and a back front door (with a floating door mat) have been attached to Sonning Bridge And now a telephone I was planning to attach an Inter-City train to the bridge but there were problems with the suspension so I settled for a telephone A.E. Housman would […]

I do not care for swimming in the sea on cool and overcast days some might consider it fun but I have an aversion to cold water as one cannot listen to the wireless when the tide is high and what is life without your favourite radio show That is why I moved to the […]

About 5% of women wear Silver Glory Shoes On mass transit systems Which is worryingly low For countries such as England and France There are various theories But nobody has given a definitive answer To me so I will continue To sell silver bracelets and charms On the Brighton seafront

Stop following me Angel I am old enough To look after myself I know of your good intentions But God must allow you rest Otherwise you will become exhausted And that will not do As exhausted angels lack street chic And might further dent my fading cred     Brighton England     

We spent a lot of our time playing near or on the derelict buffer stops Fast trains occasionally sped by sounding their warning whistles loudly But we did not care and returned to our coal foul playgrounds As soon as the dangers of the speeding trains had passed unseen These were our carefree days and […]

Today I spent an afternoon on the beach with Jane Nothing happened yet a lot conspired to happen I dropped a sharp pebble ino Jane’s beach bag (As I collect pebbles and fossils) And remarkably it punctured a can of cider which slowly leaked For about twenty minutes during which time I calculated the possibilities […]

Poetry If I fucked all the time Then I would not write Poetry       And that would not do would it not do write poetry and do not fuck that is my considered advice for what it is worth