Stuart Miller-Osborne

A troop of dogfish were marching down to the beach But theirs was not a recreational visit As they were preparing for battle Their preparations were hindered somewhat When a swarm of eels arrived on the point And began to convert the islands population I am an invalid and own a great window That looks […]

When I awoke this morning I was a little concerned to discover that I had become Spanish overnight My rabbit had begun to call me Juan and my wife was called Elena Apart from that everything else had remained the same Or at least I thought it had for when I opened the curtains I […]

A green curtain hides the interior of the café after 22:00 hours This upsets some people And they have added graffiti to the green curtain Which cannot be seen From the street This does not bother me As I have no regard for objects I cannot see

We had emerged from the blue underground station and were walking slowly towards the city bridge But the views from the bridge were not what we had expected them to be For there were extensive views over a distant sea Azure blue green glow The intense light of the morning sun The gallery was on […]

I walked past our café this afternoon during a summer storm The street furniture was being saturated by the heavy rain On Sunday we had sat in front of this café sharing a tepid coffee The sun was warm and you were wearing my red and white dress I had looked at the café’s brightly […]

I have always wanted to be an artist But I am better with my pen Poetry can result in an acid existence I am not there yet But I can see the road clearly   Il y a une douceur et une gentillesse dans le livre de poche There is a gentleness to be found […]

The small moments were all that really mattered my friend They have always been of the most importance to me A walk in the blue snow under a freezing moon The feel of the ice wind dusting my face These very eyes were once blinded by the white summer sun But now they contain only […]

I am not a coward I am a student of science  I even question the existence of God  There is a rational explanation to all things  The devils of my mind are troubling me  I had not kept a diary for many years but I found myself recording my thoughts in a small ledger book […]

Sunny June Garden Pink and Green  At this time of year the sun sits high in the bright sky Which gives a radiance to even the dullest of colours bleached From my window I can see my massive green garden bushes And the populous pink flowers beneath There is a short concrete path that leads […]

The likenesses of Mr & Mrs Gladstone had hung on the wall of my grandfather’s farm house for as long as I could remember They were actually plates with photographic images of the great man and his wife and dated from the late years of the nineteenth century Although they had aged well there was […]