Stuart Miller-Osborne

I hope that God appoints me as the next Jesus Christ Or at least in a senior supporting role As I am a good man Who is full of compassion for others To tell you the truth I am beginning to tire of being a Samaritan It is full of calls from people who are […]

the hearse the horse the driver  nothing more    These were Pirandello’s instructions about what should be observed at his funeral He died suddenly in Rome in December 1936 Do you remember watching Kaos at the cinema with me Anna Very much I consider the movie to be cinematic poetry The scene on the pumice […]

There is something quite unremarkable about this city station Its architecture is dull and predictable and it is quite dark in places Any advantages that it might have possessed are hidden well But this is where I catch my trains travelling south So it holds a special advantage in my quiet reflections As I know […]

I am a film maker But I have never Made a film I know many actresses Who would like to Work with me And they know That it would Enhance their careers But this will never happen In the cinema of my dreams

I was late getting up and wandered into the bathroom Stark naked with a erection as I tend to wake up in that state As the house was quiet I thought it to be without occupation Imagine my shock then when I saw you quite naked at the sink I do not know who was […]

Silence is better than unmeaning words    Tea or Coffee   Coffee   I need a coffee   White or black   Grey please    

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 […]