Stuart Miller-Osborne

On the fifth day of June Summer arrived Rather unexpectedly It was the signal for Chris and Christine To go to the common And count the buttercups   On the sixth day of June Summer arrived Quite unexpectedly It was the signal for Jack and his Jackdaws To go to the common And count the […]

The masculine mist was clearing from the early sky H Helga was busy within her morning Shower Dress Breakfast Fencing with Fairbanks   As I approached the fencing room Fresh from my bed I was stopped by a member of the Vatican Guard   Who blocked my passive entrance Without discussion   So I descended […]

I was tied to the stern of Viola’s small boat and was being dragged through the dark waters of the Bruce Tunnel at the end of a long rope Viola was standing on the narrow deck shining a torch in my direction I cannot see you in the wake of the boat keep still! I […]

On the 29th of May 2016 I wrote a short story called Female Homosexuality The story was about two thousand words long and was an account of a gigolo named Kane As I wrote the story I became less and less impressed by his immoral behaviour So I removed his pages from my pad and […]

There was a storm developing to the east of my town It had already created havoc In Central Europe But all I could hear was the music The Music of England   On the cliffs the red thunderflowers Danced furiously in the wind And watched as the waves lashed the single beach There was music […]

In the low houses That surrounded the tall stone church Children chased the scudding clouds Of their dreams   Whilst their wild eyed mothers Trapped the tender scents Of the mad lilac trees And bottled them in their summer jars   On the roads of Lelant Tired men gazed at the verdant hills These slopes […]

In the limp breezes of the evening People walk their beloved dogs Who chase the spring rabbits Into their deep burrows   Trains pass without difficulty   And you and I share ale With the misty day moon As we admire the return Of the migrating birds    

Jimmy Pride and Arlene were driving north to avoid the heat of the summer They did this every year In early June As they were both albinos Jimmy Pride was also a police detective Who specialised in investigating crimes against albinos He had been woefully unemployed During the previous year But this was about to […]

The town is tranquil Only a few people have ventured out They are aware of the flat clouds That threaten rain Near to the white horse A sage of publicans have gathered Splendid in their green velvet suits  

The girl of the fields was quite beautiful But she had dirty hands And filthy nails Martin and I sat on a nearby wall And watched her work She was aware of our idleness But did not comment One day I will teach her English He said I will educate her as I have educated […]