Stuart Miller-Osborne

I was sitting on our balcony Which overlooked the swimming pool You were sunbathing with Anna And occasionally swimming with ease There was a small road next to the hotel Which saw light traffic during the high hours With the exception of two American women You were all topless as is the trend in European […]

There is a Arab proverb Which notes that   Sad  Are only those  Who understand    Sally Salt wrote this in her diary As she sat on the 42 bus Travelling from Heaven to Hell   The bus was empty Save for the driver Which disturbed Sally Salt As she had purchased A return ticket […]

The Italian Detective stepped off his train at Bath Spa station It was his first visit to the City of the Caesars and he was impressed By the sheer beauty of the buildings as the train approached the city He needed a coffee he badly needed a coffee and hoped to find Cafe Coffee where […]

I wrote this poem Using a red pencil

Just when I thought I was tangled I became totally untangled Cities can do that to you   I expected hostility But found love These are magical times     Outlaw

I can see the soft Bath Stone Radiant in the early May sun As I lie with you in our bed

May had arrived and the first cricket match of the season Had started at exactly thirty minutes past two The air was humid but there was a light cool breeze Which held the temperatures back even in the sun The hollow sound of bat on to ball echoed endlessly As Alison B and I watched […]

Photographs possess no sound One could photograph an explosion But it would remain totally silent I often record this in my prison diaries So that my captors may understand my silence       Curtis Stephens

Every four years Curtis and I repeat history We visit a certain coastal town on the 5th of May And another coastal town on the 6th of May   Today the subject of our discussion Was the silence of photographs As it had been four years ago But as we had done in the recent […]

I hear that you have a rather odd way Of showing affection when you are apart I would not call it odd but just loving What do you do We photograph our bums and send the results To each other via our phones Is that not a little risky One of you might send it […]