Stuart Miller-Osborne

fine rain falls gently silver silent skies linger winter leaves shiver

Not many of us enjoy the lower seasons Yet I am quite fond of them There is an honesty to be found during these shorter months Which is absent when the air is warm Spring and Summer both enjoy their unique theatre But I have always enjoyed more intimate auditoriums

Many years ago I visited a small bookshop which was part of the Ealing Common Underground Station.                                                                             …

My friend vanished just over five years ago whilst hunting unicorns I told him that they were mythical creatures but he did not listen to me Chile is a vast country and I know that I have no hope of finding him He told me that he wanted his ashes scattered at sea I was…

The sun did not want to leave my town today It held the frozen night at bay for many hours I saw the beauty of the winter in all its simplicity How I envied the energy of the cat without claws

During my recent visit to Avignon the temperatures in the city exceeded forty degrees The Avignon Festival had began and the city was buzzing Roads and squares had become venues for street theatre and concerts And all available walls had become gallery spaces On the final day of our visit I purchased a book of…

Mr and Mrs Muirhead lived at 15 Railway Cutting Road in Cambridge They had lived there for fifteen years with their son Jack Both were keen gardeners and each Winter they would haunt their rear garden In search of primroses and other early Spring flowers On the fifteenth of January Mr Muirhead found a solitary…

A small red insect no bigger than a pencil point was moving slowly across the thin cream curtains in my bedroom In the garden outside my friends were listening to haunting guitar music Which was being played by a girl called Pony She was topless as always and was in full view of the road…

I have not visited you for over three years                                                                                  Yet I pass you frequently   …

Goodbye sweet beach                                                                                                         …