Stuart Miller-Osborne

On the occasions that I travel to London from Deal I always film the River Medway from a high railway bridge But I was unable to do so yesterday as a fog had obscured my view and I could not even see the heavy waters of the river When I had left Deal the sun […]

Many participate in their seasonal strolls happy together in light conversation The sun is high bright and the coast of France in visible through the haze The summer busy beach is deserted and not even the children play on its sparkling sands It is left to the seagulls only to examine the debris of the […]

  Ships at anchor on Christmas Day Two ships lie at anchor in the bay One is red and the other is black I cannot see the crew of either ship But I know that they are watching me   Ships in Shallow Waters Two ships rest in the shallow waters Safe from the channel […]

Dear Cinema Weekly I am an avid reader of your magazine. I am writing this letter as I find the actor who played the ill-fated gas station attendant in On the Waterfront quite dreamy and I wondered who he was as his name was not listed in the end credits. Please answer my letter as […]

Recently to celebrate the season I purchased a small nativity I placed it under my tree where it enjoyed a favourable illumination When I returned home yesterday I noted that the Christ Child had vanished And that Mary and Joseph and the Three Wise Men Were worshiping an empty crib  

The soft chalk paths have become heavy beneath my sturdy boots Winter has enclosed the month and the ribbon roads are now much quieter Nobody has disturbed the stones today as the hour is low and very young Yet the sun is high in the blue sky and everything is illuminated In the distance I […]

The beach is the only place where complete strangers exist in comfort in either a semi-naked or naked state with others In most other environments this behaviour would be seen as strange but on a beach this is accepted as the norm We are attracted by sand which in essence is ground down debris and […]

The days are short This is a good opening line although rather predictable I might write God in my Hell All is Well Because of the rhyme Or I could call this poem Blind Z OR USE SIX DOTS IN BATCHES OF THREE … …

I dreamt that Vasco da Gama was sailing around our bedroom The moon although partially hidden by the drifting clouds Was bright enough to illuminate his voyage You were singing shanties in your sleep But I sensed distress So I placed my hand on your naked shoulder and changed your dreams You are now sailing […]

The quiet trees have lost their leaves Nothing entertains my window Apart from the stillness of the night I am drifting around my sole house Fading from room to room Nothing stirs Even the clocks have forgotten time