Stuart Miller-Osborne

Cora Here is the detail you required These are not my own words so please forgive me for being idle with your request Copperplate writing or Copperplate calligraphy, is a calligraphic style characterised by its graceful flowing and shaded strokes Copperplate comes from its 18th-century origins when the scribes handwriting was transferred onto copper plates […]

Last Saturday I visited a Catholic Church and was given a book of prayer Inside I found a small scrap of paper that has been decorated in a flowing style I recognised the Copperplate writing instantly and loved its deep beauty Although aged and slightly damaged I was able to read what had been written […]

I used to have a girlfriend named Monica She lives in America now We loved to swim together In the local lakes And talk to the golden fish What happy memories you must have Happy/Dappy memories Stefanie Sam It was so long ago those were innocent times I still visit the white lakes and think […]

I am a world famous recording artist Whose songs are almost legendary Patti is sweet as apple pie Which adds to the appeal We are phenomenally successful Paul Block & Patti Blake But we are not happy Even our retreat in Labrador In becoming very well known Yet there are places That do not care […]

My sister September Is a sly mistress Unlike August and July Who are much more earthly When discussing desires

Today I passed a vast field Of golden sunflowers Which were so spectacular That my eyes felt deceived

Oh for fucks sake Lizzie and I have found a tiny bothy Deep within these exposed paths It is well stocked with sensible food And coloured candles The only thing that really disappoints me Is its only book srt_moni tcode in sap

Once a year Lizzie and April Stay in a naturist hotel in Scarborough The running joke which I do not find very funny Is repeated faintly on this sympathy card Are you going to Scarborough Bare There are times when I just want to weep But I compose myself and plan the next sermon

I have just received a text from my wife Noting that she had caught our new neighbour Pleasuring herself on her small patio Lizzy was invited to share the pleasures Of the journey deep into herself What came next is something of a mystery As my disgusted phone ran slowly out of charge It appeared […]

There is nothing worse than a corrupt cop I have known many in my time on the force But were they just seduced by riches Or were they an original bad egg like me