Stuart Miller-Osborne

a turquoise and pink train was travelling on water between the sea and the sky

Fred is dead said Red That is true said Blue I have been seen said Green Then put up a fight said White I am going back said Black You are so up and down said Brown Calm down and mellow said Yellow I think we have created a stink said Pink   It is […]

No matter how hard I tried I could not make a sausage roll Recipes came and  recipes went with no success Until my sister sissy sissy sissy had an idea That was to write a long fan letter To Pierre of the Ambiguities This I did and he replied within a week He suggested that […]

Even though the air is still a little chilled The colours in my garden are generously warm This brings me so much pleasure and happiness That I offer my thanks each morning upon my arrival     Emma Reginald Maltby (1934)    

I am a woman of summer years But I am very independent And I like travelling on my own I do not want a needy guy in tow As he will try to run to his day And gradually take over my travel Girls can be complete bitches And we tend to fall out very […]

The Romans loved collecting stamps Evidence of this has been found In Eastern Kent since Victoria But I have little interest in this As I do not forgive the sea For all the lives it has taken Each lost had a brother sister A mother father or a wife This is why I will never […]

This afternoon I was sitting on the beach When I heard a seagull singing nearby   Oh landlord have you a daughter fair?’, parlez-vous ‘With lily-white tits and golden hair?’, parlez-vous   This I recognised as a Trench Song So when the seagull next landed I asked him where he had learnt This famous song […]

Agnes  I am sending this as I chase a tornado It is a spectacular journey The funnel is at once both frightening and wonderful I am turning into a field to get a better view Enjoy your day on that Seychelles beach We are worlds apart but are next to each other   Pierre

I am following your holiday Even though I am distant It brings me much pleasure To see you on a sandy beach   You swim and worship the sun But do you ever really notice The shadows of the palm trees As they flicker in the breeze   Pierre   

I was asked to submit three photographs In view of this I submitted four Black/Red Red/Black I also submitted two other photographs Of a black and white latrine They were all rejected Which did not surprise me As I had been born in the Hebrides Which when broken down Reads He-Brides This I find rather […]