Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • Introduction
Illustration of a bird flying.
  • The Squirrel and the Seagull

    Go on go I dare you The seagull was speaking to a timid squirrel I cannot see the road and am aware that there might be traffic The seagull flew upwards almost vertically High above the houses that lined the quiet avenue It is clear in both directions The squirrel ran blindly into the road […]

    October 16, 2016
  • Margate Two

    Blue Margate Bleak   Turner rests safely in his gallery Margate is going about its daily business The skies are darkening Christmas is not far away Only the dedicated are using the beach There is no light today It is hidden behind the autumn curtains   Conversation Overheard at Margate Railway Station You were there […]

    October 15, 2016
  • Cuentos Espanoles

    Cuentos Espanoles Solange knew that she would not find many orchids in France So she travelled to Spain Objective behaviour was required There was no room for error Various orchids attempted to be original But she did not fall for their vanities   Cuentos Espanoles Spanish houses are built around a central open courtyard or […]

    October 11, 2016
  • Solange Solvang

    Solange Solvang collected orchids Other pastimes bored her Leading to irritation and delinquency A holiday in France Not far from the Atlantic coast Gave her the opportunity to look for her orchids Each more beautiful than its neighbour  

    October 11, 2016
  • Confinement J

    My father threw himself under my train last night I was travelling to Babylon He had called himself a lump Unemployed and useless A spent force Injured and dying Like a silent horse He shared the streets with them He shared the city air But they ignored him My mighty warrior   I am preparing […]

    October 10, 2016
  • Fucking Matilda

    He was as always talking about his Jack Hick upbringing in that wooden shack and of his sister’s church dress which she wore only once It was pure white The same colour as Christ’s skin after the blood had drained from his battered body I was waiting outside of the county jail Roxy was in […]

    October 8, 2016
  • The Knapsack

    Geoffrey Woolley From JFWG Christmas 1932 Rebound Oct 1942 Lost near Aylesbury Nov 1942 This copy London Dec 1942   We have found your book Geoffrey It is in bad shape As one might expect And the drying of the pages Has caused me much occupation   It was found under a pile of slate […]

    October 7, 2016
  • Thoughts of Lime Trees in October

    Dour autumn clouds you have followed the east winds again My county now rests quietly under your bleak blanket Do not seek the summer sisters For they no longer reside with me They now jest playfully amongst the most southerly of lime trees And will not return  

    October 7, 2016
  • Toward the Brewery

    Three years ago on the anniversary of my birth two lorries from my favourite haulage company passed the brewery Today a heavy grey plane flying quite low banked and landed in a grand manner The platanus trees next to the bus stop assured me that this was quite a regular occurrence   Devizes October 2016 […]

    October 7, 2016
  • O’ Superman

    The Spring is collecting Yellow pieces Yellow pieces The Spring is collecting Yellow pieces Yellow pieces I had a song in my head I could not identify the tune That morning when walking towards the railway station I found a rabbit in a distressed state The creature was confused but was not alarmed by the […]

    October 5, 2016
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