Stuart Miller-Osborne

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Thermuthis peeled a small page from the blue adhesive pad that she had purchased at the outward station The girl in the shop had apologised That only yellow adhesive pads were available She asked Thermuthis why she still wrote poetry As nobody read poetry On erotic train journeys   Thermuthis wrote these words on the […]

Thermuthis peeled a small page from the yellow adhesive pad that she had purchased at the outward station The girl in the shop had apologised That only blue adhesive pads were available She asked Thermuthis why she still wrote poetry As nobody read poetry On erotic train journeys   Thermuthis wrote these words on the […]

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Why are there no stations on this line? Because none were constructed Only the first and last stations There was not a need for intermediate stations The android smiled as programmed and walked away I was alone again in the white refreshment car My coffee had escaped its cup and was dancing with ease On […]

Thermuthis dusted her poems with sand She was now alone on the train Only the androids kept her company But she did not require their attention As they did not understand fully The dreams of the black ink That she used when writing About her many journeys  

That is an unusual name if you do not mind me saying so But a very pretty one Thank you Thurmuthis was at her most feminine as the two American tourists spoke to her I knew that she was acting as for long periods of time she was a wildcat I should know this as […]

Thermuthis and her brother Richard were sharing a bath after a particularly long hike They were both exhausted It had been the hottest summers for over eighty years and there were worries of a drought They shared the bath to be economical with the water that was available Richard looked at his sister who was […]

Miss Caroline Stratton Where have you been? I have waited so long for you to join me What is Heaven like sweet Charlotte? It is everything you thought it might be and much more So much more I now have knowledge of all the mysteries of time and the universe   Nothing is hidden Do […]

I found a disc in a seaside store And hunted for others Because there were more I sent a text to my friend in Dunkerque Who at the time was looking for work