Stuart Miller-Osborne

Six months ago I bought a cat as a mannequin Today I purchased a recording Of poems by W B Yeats I placed the record on a spare chair And noticed the design of its cover Suggested that my cat Was now indeed an angel

Viktoria lay on her night bed Listening to the hum of the farm The light of the warm summer moon Was filtering through the voile curtains Pedro was due to return from the war

Jessica had found the border fence Which was hidden in a snowy forest Why would such an important border Be protected by such a thin fence Even a cow could cross without hindrance It was so lightly guarded a perfect place For Jessica to disappear from her previous life The warm sea was lit from […]

For many years Agnes A lived In a dusty top floor Paris apartment She considered herself to be dull ugly and uninteresting And then she met Guy who helped her to clean up As she found life quite difficult due to her disability (Agnes had no legs and only one arm) It was only when […]

I am homeless in my own head Nobody recognises me I am without eyes or a face

Je suis sans abri dans ma propre tête Personne ne me reconnaît Je suis sans yeux ni visage

now that the winter is nearly upon us days refuse to mature brief seasons of light

I must say that I am enjoying this war Such smart uniforms on both sides Our uniforms are blue with silver buttons The other chaps wear grey with gold buttons But we are so beastly to each other Which is rather tedious to say the least The generals have asked us for new ideas And […]

What a pleasant war this is I have been given a rusty rifle And am allowed to shoot anybody That I like on the other side I always choose the fat soldiers Making sure that they are wearing The grey uniforms and gold buttons It is not that I hate fat people Indeed my boyfriend […]

I decided to end it all So I lay in a muddy field And dreamt of home