Stuart Miller-Osborne

This morning resembled all my mornings as all my mornings do I went to the beach early in the fifth hour to greet the sun But was slightly disappointed as clouds were partially blocking my view To my right I could see a lonely ship sailing at speed towards the horizon I wondered if the […]

It is so pleasant here This house reminds me of grandfathers house I really liked it So I have decided to build one just like it I don’t like innovation    What film is that from I do not have a clue David  Solaris  Never heard of it  It was made about five years after […]

You lost your silver bracelet this morning Whilst watching the sunrise from the beach in front of Bar Six The bracelet was valueless having come from a cheap bazaar But it meant a great deal to you as it came from Grace Greece Green Who was your university friend and life partner ever since

We made love on the floor of the sad cafe But did not draw the imperial blinds Our pale bodies were bathed in the light Of the deep orange street illuminations It was then that we introduced ourselves As Chris Christine and Joe

Seven times Seven times Seven times Seven My thoughts are endless Infinity times Seven = 0 = 7 There is no calculation I can think of That solves this mysterious question   Perhaps I am staring at God Without even being aware of his presence   We might be standing opposite Each other in the […]

It is said that a young girl of seven years Sought refuge in the Church of the Meadows As the Black Death had wiped out her village But the poor child sadly died And now haunts the area I have seen her often in the hanging mists That caress the meadows near the ancient church […]

I wait for you each morning To see what you are wearing Sometimes it is grey knitwear But occasionally on other days You are completely naked It is then that I walk Towards the glowing sea So that I may greet you  

I must have a shave Before I choose my dress As there is nothing worse Than a girl in a mess     I found this short poem scribbled on a free newspaper

The beach was extremely wide today as the tide was very low And apart from a fisherman and a couple of dogwalkers it was deserted This suited me as I like to be alone with my thoughts In the distance a white yacht was heading towards the invisible horizon   I was young when I […]

Mrs Canning has a studio on Cheyne Walk She paints there every day I often watch her work from my bedroom window She mainly paints landscapes red and green Which I am told are very popular My father has a Bridget Riley on his library wall I like this work very much but I prefer […]