Stuart Miller-Osborne

The apples in the orchards Had already fallen And were slowly rotting Below their mother trees

Thursday 12th September If I am honest with myself I suppose that I am looking for a father figure On the outside I am a confident girl A girl with all the gifts I am a good looking girl I am a golden cornfield I have a good degree If there is such thing as […]

What lovely books you have won My congratulations to you all I see you like Dickens Clive Charles Sir And you like Miss Austin Annie She is so like you But Sir I am not a virgin You stole it from me last zummer James Maxwell Smith What a fine mind you have Oxford or […]

I ask just one question Where did it all go wrong When watching these films You wonder why we became lazy And betrayed this pale country of ours Who were and still are the traitors

Joe are you writing an epistolary novel What makes you think that I am a poet that is all But you publish a number of items online That is so that I can share them Some of these are censored Really You know they are If you are not writing An epistolary novel Then what […]

I am so sorry Joe May my next train be cancelled To make up for my indiscretion I will answer any question You care to ask of me Do not be X with Josie As she is racked with guilt Sephine x

I am going to have a word With my mad sister You are just as bad I am thinking of cancelling Thursday And going to Norway Where I will be called Olaf Joe x

Joe I have just read your piece about Terry And it dampened my eyes Which was a bit silly as I am on the tube Sorry that I messed with the title Josie suggested the corruption Sephine x

Joe I should be calling this An Artist in his Residence As I spend a great deal In my Southern Studio The light is so rich Here in Southern France Rather like you I have a very flexible arrangement With Stevie and her four sisters And it makes me very happy I sometimes wake up […]

Robbie Raymond asked me To compose a poem For his daughters wedding I was honoured by this request And composed a wild poem In return he gave me One of his more celebrated works Four toffees in their golden coats Sleeping on purple tissue Within a cracked plaster frame