Stuart Miller-Osborne

Late last year I managed to leave my harp on the train to Cambridge This said I was not disadvantaged for very long as a fellow traveller Turned up at the Leopold Memorial Hall with my harp in his pocket He told me that his name was Stanley and that he had been born in […]

If you kill a cockroach You are a hero If you kill a butterfly You are evil Morals have aesthetic criteria I have written this in my notebook As I did on my first visit Nothing has really changed The marsh looks as empty As it did in April And although the air is chilled […]

The days are getting greyer The weeks shorter We have been promised colour Although the skies are still flat Edith

I should be putting my hands Around your throat But that will not happen Because I am a gentle creature Who is full of love Edith

I should have called this Crumbling Kent As my county boasts A large number of derelict And decaying buildings I find this very sad We should cherish our past And not let it fall into ruin George Crumbs at Large

I strolled into my summer garden At the beginning of the third hour And danced in sequence with the moon

Are you still living at number six At present yes but I am planning to move Are you still living opposite The daughters of Mr Jacobs Yes I was told that the family had moved back to Israel Mr and Mrs Jacobs moved three months ago But Rachel and Noa stayed in Little Mouldings As […]

What is this book Piers It is a novel published about twenty years ago I cannot say that I have heard of it It was famous in its time because of its history The manuscript was found on a train in Crewe It was given to me by Andrea Allen Would I like it Possibly […]

When I am in Faversham I am reminded of Russia Who said that I did a couple of sentences ago Have you ever been to Russia No Then how can you compare it to the Motherland Because it evokes a sense of bounty and vulnerability Faversham Yes Why Because some old fart collapsed on the […]

Of all the bus shelters in the world This was by far the most remote It was surrounded by white swirling mists Which were illuminated by its neon colours No buses had ever called at this stop It was not designed for the purpose I was not alone as a featureless woman Was sitting next […]