Stuart Miller-Osborne

Arrived safely as you can see.   The weather if anything has been too hot. George has scorched his bald head. I might have to restrict our beach visits Really he is such a child. Our hotel is nice and I look forward each day to our evening meal. See you on Saturday We will…

As the slender spiders web moved in the gentle breeze Two Americans stood beneath it For it was constructed high   And admired the intricate workmanship of the spider   They had tried to buy a watercolour In a nearby shop But as they pondered It was stolen from them   A fly is trapped…

You are travelling to Telford Give my regards to the Iron Bridge I am travelling to Benfleet With Wren Wren Leipzig A goldfinch with a phenomenal intellect   If you send me a couple of selfies From your hotel room I will release the goldfinch And instruct it to travel in a northerly direction  …

You are travelling to Telford Give my regards to the Iron Bridge I am travelling to Bonchurch With Wren Wren Leipzig A goldfinch with a phenomenal intellect   If you send me a couple of selfies From your hotel room I will release the goldfinch And instruct it to travel in a northerly direction  …

You are travelling to Telford Give my regards to the Iron Bridge I am travelling to Marlborough With Wren Wren Leipzig A goldfinch with a phenomenal intellect   If you send me a couple of selfies From your hotel room I will release the goldfinch And instruct it to travel in a northerly direction  …

You are travelling to Telford Give my regards to the Iron Bridge I am travelling to Oxford With Wren Wren Leipzig A goldfinch with a phenomenal intellect   If you send me a couple of selfies From your hotel room I will release the goldfinch And instruct it to travel in a northerly direction  …

Her father was a mathematician Her mother sold oranges at a local fair We had been intimate for many years Although she shared her life with others On her birthday she walked naked from the bath Across a crowded room And was applauded for her vanity   I am sitting on her harbour arm Sipping…

The Girl from Boston What are reading dear boy? The Girl from Boston a rather trashy novel dating from the late sixties Are you enjoying it? It is very much of its time It is like watching a B movie One does not expect too much Please read me a sentence from your book Stuart…

Go on go I dare you The seagull was speaking to a timid squirrel I cannot see the road and am aware that there might be traffic The seagull flew upwards almost vertically High above the houses that lined the quiet avenue It is clear in both directions The squirrel ran blindly into the road…

Blue Margate Bleak   Turner rests safely in his gallery Margate is going about its daily business The skies are darkening Christmas is not far away Only the dedicated are using the beach There is no light today It is hidden behind the autumn curtains   Conversation Overheard at Margate Railway Station You were there…