Stuart Miller-Osborne

You send me sparkling tales written on perfumed paper enclosed in lavender envelopes I read your stories aboard my ship as I travel between continents Although we are many miles apart I often explore your interior in my distant dreams   GC      

Tallulah Motion was driving her Jaguar XK 120 along Lamont towards the Kings Park area of the city She watched as the street lamps passed lazily in sequence Some of the bars and shops were still open but on the whole the street was quiet She turned into Graham in the general direction of the […]

Alice and France were dancing through the shamscape towards the great house Their feet hardly touched the carpet of leaves that all but hid the damp grass The end of autumn was dripping from the branches of the avenue trees and the dance master was conducting an orchestra from the mock-castle on the mock-hill   […]

Once visited Deal in the County of Kent He did not write these lines Which were found in a small brown box At his lodging house Soon after his departure   The dreamlands did not detain us whilst at sea for a seagull took the ships cat in its beak and flew up into the […]

My friends rest quickly in your soil I celebrate their study But do not apologise for your neglect    

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I saw a blackbird this morning perched on a number of newly created hay bales It was about six metres above the stubble field I knew that blackbirds were great admirers of the creative process As one had written to me the previous week   When the universe was created I would imagine that blackbird […]

The photograph showed her mother standing on the slipway outside of the boathouse wearing only a pair of rowing shorts In the background holding a pair of large wooden oars was her father smiling broadly at the camera Peter was next to her mother toasting her with a glass of red wine   Oh why […]

I am six feet tall and find it difficult to achieve a degree of comfort on the narrow seats of my train If I am moved from my desired position then normally this irritates me and I glare at the person who has interrupted my comfort This morning on the crowded train a tall man […]

I saw a flying saucer hovering low in the clouds this morning The poets in the Betty Field were scribbling furiously But I ignored them and requested a lift to an unknown world I was placed next to a cage fighter named Super-Blossom He was travelling with me to one of the smaller moons of […]