Stuart Miller-Osborne

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

Berlin Wall  There is a Jewish woman who works for me Who has noted that she will shortly Be relocating to an apartment next to the Berlin Wall This woman is unmarried and lives with her budgie I do not want to lose this woman as she is very efficient And is much liked by […]

Last week I was on a tram in Bratislava when a woman approached me and informed me that these trams have been electrically powered since the opening of the system in 1895 Her daughter then asked me whether I kept of photograph of a dog in my study I told her that I did have […]

I had been walking the streets of Paris for over an hour in search of my friends It was the time of festivals and the city was alive with theatre I was near La Defence when I first saw the Passion of Christ It was performed by an actor in a bloodied loincloth and two […]

The low cattle and hidden sheep Gazed at the featureless farms Without activity Night crows considered The soft sculptures That populated the bare fields And chatted energetically with each other

As the train sped through the Wiltshire fields I watched the hills as they slowly darkened Their green hues faded quietly As the evening light evaporated The day was now quite benign No battles were being fought

I hate that new sculpture  What sculpture The one that is supposed to celebrate Mary Wollstonecraft Have you seen it No I have as I travelled to Newington Green yesterday And I was totally shocked Why Because she had a cauliflower between her legs A cauliflower Yes Why were you so offended by a cauliflower […]