Stuart Miller-Osborne

I often dream underwater Without precaution I ignore the dangers And just concentrate On the colours Of my dreams

About twenty years ago I found myself on Chippenham Railway Station. I soon spotted an elderly nun struggling with a suitcase that was almost bigger than her. As the station did not have porters and I was the only chap around. I offered to take the nuns suitcase over the footbridge towards the station forecourt.…

I was in my beloved Canterbury recently reading a rather hysterical article about toxic masculinity and white privilege in a magazine left by a previous customer. I was about to leave when two members of the church asked me if I knew whether I knew where Canterbury West Railway Station was (yes) and was it…

Feeling Under the Weather What a fucking stupid way of describing feeling like shit. I had a cold and it just hung on – many people I know have had similar bugs and have not moaned about them. It was my turn which has fucked me off greatly Fuck Fuck Fuck I am a busy…

It was a land of plenty that was suggested Not a country recovering from a terrible war Everything was soft and quite quite English Each day was a summers day with the fields green and full Women wore colourful cotton dresses with no thoughts of rebellion The simple were hidden as perfection was chased and…

Time passes Time revealed Time spent Time is hollow Time is blind Time is

It is always surprising What you can find in a book Just stop the world And take time to look

Omar Khayyam

There was a door to which I found no key There was a veil past which I could not see Some little talk awhile of me and thee There seem’d – and then no more of thee and me

What of the empty hotels In winter resorts Where widows in weed Await their sailors return