Stuart Miller-Osborne

You met me at the Café Once But you did not Bring your dog As it was exhausted    

Charles Gough your companion guarded your remains the gods thirsted for your knowledge   Charles Gough Your canine companion guarded your remains the gods thirsted for your knowledge   Charles Gough Your canine friend guarded your remains the gods thirsted for your knowledge    

There is a marc in the air today Storms are expected You are waiting for me at the Gare D’Arc-Et-Senans railway station A small grey and blue trains stops Nobody alights or boards the train You ignore it and remain seated On the wooden bench Near the dusty lane Waiting for the express to pass […]

In Theale in West Berkshire there is a church so large that I wondered why it was built to serve such a small village I asked many people but none knew why so I turned to Christ for an answer He suggested that we meet for coffee at the Café Once I surrendered my question […]

Winifred and Perdita walked along the northern beach towards the southern beach They were seeking the navy blue rocks Perdita had brought her blue black camera And was planning to take photographs Of Winifred diving into the sea So that she could enter them in a photography competition The following month The prize was prestigious […]

There is an unloved signpost on waste ground near to the railway station in Aldermaston Each day when I arrive I write a love-note to you in violet ink As I know that your travel is such a lonely pastime    

So Spain has settled a citizenship path for my ancestors I doubt if they will want to return To that fair country And I am happy to remain in this the country of my birth   In June 2015 Spain passed a Law of Return settling a citizenship path for the descendants of the Sephardic […]

He dreamt that a writer of erotic fiction had been stabbed to death on the doorstep of her dream cottage And that he was trapped on the summit of the Eiffel Tower and was quite terrified as the only way down was in a glass lift He dreamt that a famous friend took him on […]

I took a flick-knife from your handbag And sliced the pineapple into sections The fruit was sweet with a hint of sourness This was our first successful date   Later meetings were not so warm As you liked apricots And I liked pears But we both gave way And exchanged our fruits freely   We […]

A carpet of buttercups accompanied us as we rested exhausted by the day. They slept as we slept and awoke with us turning their delightful faces towards the agreeable sun. We were on a golden ship on a golden sea with no land in sight. Celebrating our abandoned journey.   Thomas Lane (1847)