Stuart Miller-Osborne

Monica I used to visit you once a week and was always made to feel welcome we even became intimate at times but then I moved away and we lost touch   Sweet Monica you are much changed now but the piper still calls your tune   Billy    

Jack and Julian were sitting on the low stone wall that bordered the lane that led to the fallow fields and the woods beyond They were waiting for Martha who was as normal late and idly threw stones into the many puddles that had formed near them Both boys soon bored of this and spoke […]

Caron and I had travelled to Fort William mainly to paint the majestic highland landscapes and when not painting to walk without planning in this most beautiful of areas However this came to sudden halt on Tuesday when I slipped on a rock and tore my ankle ligaments which meant a lengthy visit to a […]

On a Late Night Train On a late night train a fellow passenger Told me with alarm that the ghosts of Fazio delgi Uberti and Angiola of Verona Were sleeping in the next carriage   I told him to be calm As we were only characters In their dreams   Tranquilla Casa Two knitted bears […]

Wounded Knee lies low in a valley and because of its position it attracts mists all the year round. During the winter months these mists can linger for days giving the village a mysterious feel and because of this the area has its fair share of tourists. This has served the village well as its […]

You hide from me in your circular rooms But I find you with ease You are fond of labyrinths And I of straight lines But the camera often lies And we become confused In your diary you write Blue Blue Hour Which I do not read as I am away from you    

Waterloo Teeth All that you left me in your will Were your Waterloo Teeth Which I admired greatly When you were alive Now I keep them in a glass Next to my bed So that I may taste history When I break from my dreams   The Fertile Fields of England When dining out My […]

Dearest Martha Ille terrarum mihi praeter omnes angulus redit is written on the stable door at Silvaplana. Many people miss it but I did not. I think it sums this beautiful area up, everything seems to be of a classical culture and all the better for it. I arrived yesterday and immediately began exploring. The […]

Dove Dyed grey and hidden in a sack you witnessed the full rawness of the war as you were carried innocently by my thirsty soldiers who were betrayed by their static love as you were   AAG 1916   Medal Blood in the water Blood in the sea A medal for the general And fuck […]

To Sallypoo sometimes alone, sometimes sad, always clever always funny, fabulously feline unique and a love Today I went into the village and purchased a sad old panda with one eye for Chester. I also purchased the latest work from Mr Huxley from the bookshop. The assistant informed me that it was the last copy […]