Stuart Miller-Osborne

I wish to sleep walk Half awake and half asleep So that I may always smile And never weep   But like many others I have lost those Who I have loved And I believe that sleepwalking May lessen my pain So that I can remember my happiness Again and again   I wish to […]

On September the 5th 1940 A Polish soldier Named Joseph Krzowoski Gave my father A book written by Sir Walter Scott On my 6th birthday My father gave the book to me I have yet to read this book But plan to quite soon  

Arrived safely as you can see.   The weather if anything has been too hot. George has scorched his bald head. I might have to restrict our beach visits Really he is such a child. Our hotel is nice and I look forward each day to our evening meal. See you on Saturday We will […]

As the slender spiders web moved in the gentle breeze Two Americans stood beneath it For it was constructed high   And admired the intricate workmanship of the spider   They had tried to buy a watercolour In a nearby shop But as they pondered It was stolen from them   A fly is trapped […]

You are travelling to Telford Give my regards to the Iron Bridge I am travelling to Benfleet With Wren Wren Leipzig A goldfinch with a phenomenal intellect   If you send me a couple of selfies From your hotel room I will release the goldfinch And instruct it to travel in a northerly direction   […]

You are travelling to Telford Give my regards to the Iron Bridge I am travelling to Bonchurch With Wren Wren Leipzig A goldfinch with a phenomenal intellect   If you send me a couple of selfies From your hotel room I will release the goldfinch And instruct it to travel in a northerly direction   […]

You are travelling to Telford Give my regards to the Iron Bridge I am travelling to Marlborough With Wren Wren Leipzig A goldfinch with a phenomenal intellect   If you send me a couple of selfies From your hotel room I will release the goldfinch And instruct it to travel in a northerly direction   […]

You are travelling to Telford Give my regards to the Iron Bridge I am travelling to Oxford With Wren Wren Leipzig A goldfinch with a phenomenal intellect   If you send me a couple of selfies From your hotel room I will release the goldfinch And instruct it to travel in a northerly direction   […]

Her father was a mathematician Her mother sold oranges at a local fair We had been intimate for many years Although she shared her life with others On her birthday she walked naked from the bath Across a crowded room And was applauded for her vanity   I am sitting on her harbour arm Sipping […]

The Girl from Boston What are reading dear boy? The Girl from Boston a rather trashy novel dating from the late sixties Are you enjoying it? It is very much of its time It is like watching a B movie One does not expect too much Please read me a sentence from your book Stuart […]