Stuart Miller-Osborne

Index of a Few Words Nobody holidays in Margate anymore apart from lonely artists seeking the modern children no longer touch the clouds with their sandy spades and perch with amazing balance on the splendid steps near the Victorian clock   These steps are washed twice a day by the reluctant tides but are only […]

The Jackdaw Straws awaited the vacancy of the picnic tables   They would dine before returning to the circle trees    

A King Charles Spaniel sat at the highest window of a Georgian house that overlooked the market square in Devizes It was watching the passing clouds little did it know that far above on one of these clouds Dino and Aeneas were sitting naked deep in conversation with the equally naked Topsy and Turvey Dogs […]

  The old men of the islands could not remember such a tempest The destructive wind had blown for days Many ships had been lost and many unknown lives ended But some sailors survived and these has been rescued by the good people of the islands. One of these was an Italian sailor who was […]

Romance As Tom lay trapped in thin grasses in the deepest part of the moat he wondered at the waters that had once occupied the region. It was dry now and the soil beneath him showed not even a hint of the recent dew. Above him Penelope stood looking down, she was silent. Tom looked […]

I made veiled threats to the waiter as he served my meal   Yesterday he had threatened me from behind the barricades   We both enjoy our proxy wars   But I know that some day I will throw his bloated corpse Into the quicklime reserved for hero’s     The Meal (Az etkezes) by […]

Young Sardanapalus has always appreciated the last minute dinners left for him by the porters who whilst in retirement still reside at the college   Young Sardanapalus has always exercised the greatest caution when taking women back to his rooms an undergarment left within view or a sudden shriek of pleasure might reveal his hidden […]

The silver gasses have silenced the songbirds who are now aware of this sinful day   My treason post hints of worn velvet and retains a vague smell of mint   I should have expected more    

I have a dog called Primrose I called it Primrose as it was born on Primrose Day My dog Primrose is black Primroses are not black    

Although blind I sense your beauty And have commissioned an artist To protect your likeness So it may accompany me on my travels