Stuart Miller-Osborne

When I was thirteen I saw a movie at my local Odeon called Cul-de-sac which made a lasting impression on me As soon as I returned home I tore my posters of revolutionary leaders from my bedroom walls and defecated on each in turn Starting with Mao and ending with Che A week later I […]

When Robert Returned from Goa He brought me a phial of opaque sand Sandra received a toy bear dressed as a sailor hailing from Cornwall He gave his mother a small mug which showed an early photograph of Whitehaven harbour Robert later explained that his travel company had filed for bankruptcy before their holiday and […]

Ilsetraut Blue was sitting on the green beach watching the Margaret of Anjou dock with the help of the two tired tugboats She was wearing a yellow dress The owner of the largest ice cream parlour in the town was sitting next to her His name Gigi Bertorelli They had been friends for many years […]

You are sitting in your white summer dress Behind you there is a spit of sand Which is slowly being consumed by the incoming tide I mention this to you But you laugh at this violation On the rock next to you is your pad You are illustrating The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam For a […]

As I was walking through the woods one day I found a book damp and half hidden in the undergrowth It was called Life and Adventure in British Guiana and had been written by a Frenchman called Jules Farry in 1903 I opened the book carefully expecting to find etchings and photographs of dusky maidens […]

After a comfortable journey from Exeter something rather odd happened to me as I alighted from my train at Reading Station this morning An incredible sunrise was in the process of breaking over the Pugin church It was the most beautiful sunrise that I had ever seen As I was taking photographs of the event […]

It was almost if one had been thrust into the emptiness of space The river and its attendant scenery were nearly one hundred feet below me Within the time it took the train to cross the bridge I felt that I had become a bird Considering migration but not totally appointed to my dreams of […]

Betty Russell was sitting on her mother’s lawn She had adored the lower lawn since childhood The large expanse of soft grass had once been pristine But now it was now covered by moss Much to Betty’s delight Quite frequently when the air was dark Betty would roll naked on the lawn To enjoy the […]

Fresh from the warm linen We stood on our doorstep Watching the red eclipse The chilled autumn air Comforted the sleeping town And the orange mists Hung low As not to inhibit the spectacular    

The sloping garden was fringed with honeysuckle with flowers of all colours resting in their shady beds I can see France Laura was standing on the low stone bench You know it is always there to be seen this late in the summer Roger was collecting fairies from the grass knoll steps His sister gave […]