Stuart Miller-Osborne

Divine Service is composed of rites and ceremonies involving the use of ritual and ceremonial in their performance The manner in which the terms ritual and ceremonial are used have been frequently confused and it makes it desirable that we should have a clear idea as to the exact meaning of these terms Constance placed […]

Under her rough skin she still retains a fragile beauty This cannot be seen by those who refuse to open their eyes I often walk the towns streets at night in search of her mysteries But am usually disappointed to find that many of these have faded with age Her coarseness quite often shadows the […]

A tropical wind is blowing across the the country today It is very moist and is hosting the warm summer rain You are sitting naked in our garden watching the clouds pass by As they journey towards the northern shores of our island       On the 9th August 2019 the country was covered by […]

Petra and Paul were driving across the Camargue in a rented car It was the first day of their French holiday I tell you that there are only sixteen flamingos in the whole of the Camargue There are far more than that have you never seen them in films and the like It is all […]

An illegal Rave was held in the forest last night It was broken up by the cops This upset DJ Eagle and he threw a love grenade at one of their cars Destroying three of the vehicles As you can imagine this fucked off the cops Who started a manhunt to catch the errant DJ […]

I am sitting in a railway carriage A woman heavy with child is sitting by the window She asks if she may swop seats as the sun is hot I agree without hesitation and ventilate the carriage further The woman alights from the train at the next station I know that I will never see […]

I am sitting in a railway carriage A woman and her child are sitting by the window She asks if she may swop seats as the sun is hot I agree without hesitation and ventilate the carriage further The woman and her child alight from the train at the next station I know that I […]

I am sitting in a railway carriage A woman heavy with child is sitting by the window She asks if she may swop seats as the sun is hot I agree without hesitation and ventilate the carriage further She offers me refreshment and I ask of the absent father I am told that the child […]

You are now showing the early signs of decay Even though August is still quite young The luminous colours of the previous months Are now are now dull and brittle to the touch   I will try to visit these gardens again Before the skies darken and the air chills And during the long nights […]

Reach for the sky Mr Fry I often sigh As I know it is too high     Graffiti found in Margate