Stuart Miller-Osborne

But that is the name of a Brad Pitt movie Milne It was spelt with a k Come again It was spelt Kalifornia not California Why are you calling this story California? Why do you think? Because we are in California Right first time Nelly was sitting on the settee looking at the ocean The […]

Winchester Sound is where the mermaids reside For most of the year the waters are quiet But on the night of the Super Moon They come ashore and mate With the fisherman who are cleaning their boats In return for my silence They leave their names on my favourite rock May May May May May […]

My condition was self-inflicted I was building a wall To keep me safe When a brick fell on to my head And now I am lying on bed Feeling bruised and battered And have taken to writing confessional poetry     The author is feeling low having had a flu jab    

Whilst in my dreamlike state I steal newspapers from a farmhouse that once belonged to the Crown The house is set away from the road and is partially hidden by a large hedge It belongs to the Pointing family And the newspapers are deposited in mailbox at the top of the drive by my holy […]

Later this month The moon will be close I will sit on a bench With Al Robot And we will collect its dust This will be used as talcum powder By the women of our town  

When my dogs were young we often played a game when driving either to Budapest or to Vienna to pick up my friends from university The game was simple the first to see a railway viaduct scored a point and the creature with the most points at the end of the journey was the winner […]

For many years after my disappearance people searched for me which was a pointless exercise as I had never existed in the first place. I was the creation of a writer and an artist Today I am on my boat the Tom Thumb off of the coast of Chile The weather is poor and storms […]

Feather white cloud loud You have only minutes Before it abandons the day Take this chance Look into the sky And admire the fleeing angels They will not return  

The November tree stands bold against the afternoon sky Most of its leaves have fallen Leaving it stripped of life In the distance I can see the dying sun Night is near and a solitary pigeon Miles from its warm home stands guard It will remain there until the darkness takes its toll And then […]

When my nieces and nephews were young we often played a game when driving either to Norwich or to Warwick The game was simple, the first person to see an Eddie Stobart lorry scored a point and the person with the most points at the end of the journey was the winner It was easy […]