Stuart Miller-Osborne

The Bookstore on the Beach Green Oliver ran a bookstore on Venice Beach It stocked many modern writers And Kierkegaard sold especially well Oliver could always be found in his shocking pink deckchair In front of the store Many people considered him to be a slacker But I knew the truth For when the store…

a ruddy cheeked farm girl was building a dry stone wall her only refreshment was a flask of black coffee southgate-long street street names are all essentially the same the regeneration of james p grace   as he travelled on a bus he saw a poster of beethoven middle-maze middle-gaze a boy from the vincent…

Josef K and Beryl B were deep in discussion about forward and backward movement Beryl maintained that a car could only travel backwards and forwards on independent occasions and would never be able to travel in both directions at the same time Josef disputed this and noted that of one placed a car on a…

Some days after his execution Balthasar Gerard found himself alone on the Goodwin Sands a small unseaworthy boat having left him there some hours earlier As he looked out to sea he saw the boat and its meagre crew disappear into the sea far short of the imagined horizon The assassin touched his chest and…

My wife and I will begin the construction of the sixth church between the runways in about a month as we are currently collecting the building materials required For this task my wife has adopted a more grunge like style of dress which she considers more suitable for the task ahead    

An airport was built on the marshlands of my county with its two main runways leading out to sea What sets this airport apart from others is that between the runways there are five churches only four hundred and ninety six yards apart Each month my wife and I break into the airport so that…

Lady Lovibond If you look out to sea you may witness The Lady Lovibond sailing low across The silk sand wastes   Do not regret her final voyage For she will return and thank you For your kindness   The Postal Light The postman cycled along the sea road with his heavy bag full of…

We sit here on the beach on these infinite stones waiting for the sun to fade so that we may look at the stars and together own the night    

In his cell of white washed walls Altis kept a diary The movement of the sun And of the stars was all recorded With the upmost care Occasionally the guards would invite him To warm himself in front of the great fire It was here he took the opportunity To note the movement of the…

The doubtful rose lay only yards from the beach It scanned the horizon for signs of adjustment But the day was quiet Apart from the breeze Which was tormenting the spring sun With its violence