Stuart Miller-Osborne

June 17th 2016   Poet and Writer Killed in a Traffic Accident near Herstmonceux The little known poet and writer Stuart Miller Osborne was killed in a road traffic accident near the village of Herstmonceux on Sunday at about four in the afternoon. The author of Sea and other unmemorable poems was travelling to the […]

During the nineteenth century an unknown chemist named Reginald Phillips spent many years investigating a phenomenon which became known as The English Tropic He meticulously kept his mysterious findings in a number of notebooks until his accidental death in boating accident in 1864 His last words as remembered by his companion Polly Preserve were Oh […]

Simpson created dream patterns between the stars He painted a summer moon orange on Cora’s back And sang in harmony with the solitary dawn birds blind Deep in his magic garden   As she lay on her crisp white sheets Simpson painted wailing peacocks On Cora’s breasts Until a droplet of her sweat Inhibited their […]

On the train to the airport Mr Sadhus the ticket conductor gave me three books about the art and the preparation of memorable curries He had written these books himself The train driver gave my wife six packets of various curry powders Wrapped in cellophane   When standing on the top of the Empire State […]

I saw a shy white owl hiding in a green bush Previously I had been speaking to a blackbird about the phases of the moon and their relation to the many colours witnessed During a typical English summer  

You are turning green-yellow-green Even the fuel tanks are impressed Today is the ninth of June My father died exactly twenty years ago At half past six in the morning  

We were visiting the Corinth Canal When the accident happened A small bird no bigger than a wren Flew blindly into the rock face And died instantly Cora wept And so did some other tourists Especially those from Italy And the USA After some difficulty I located The body of the unfortunate bird And buried […]

On the fifth day of June Summer arrived Rather unexpectedly It was the signal for Chris and Christine To go to the common And count the buttercups   On the sixth day of June Summer arrived Quite unexpectedly It was the signal for Jack and his Jackdaws To go to the common And count the […]

The masculine mist was clearing from the early sky H Helga was busy within her morning Shower Dress Breakfast Fencing with Fairbanks   As I approached the fencing room Fresh from my bed I was stopped by a member of the Vatican Guard   Who blocked my passive entrance Without discussion   So I descended […]

I was tied to the stern of Viola’s small boat and was being dragged through the dark waters of the Bruce Tunnel at the end of a long rope Viola was standing on the narrow deck shining a torch in my direction I cannot see you in the wake of the boat keep still! I […]