Stuart Miller-Osborne

I own a copy of The First Man by Albert Camus There is a photograph of Camus on the cover of my paperback With a number of unidentified players From the Racing Universitaire d’ Alger football team He played as a goalkeeper for the RUA and once famously said “All that I know most surely […]

For a period of six months We robbed tourists on the beach Saffy was holding a decommissioned rifle That she found in a caravan We were partially naked And dressed in rags Nobody was hurt That was not our aim We were soon caught by the cops Who surprised us Whilst we were sunbathing I […]

Brittle morning air A crescent moon Hazel sleeps I share her dreams

Nora is sitting opposite me We are on a train to Trieste Last night we slept together For the first time I still feel awkward about this As she is engaged to Gretta Who is my best friend

There is an old unmade road Near where I live It dates from the last war And is slowly crumbling in time The woman with two dogs Often walks her pets along this road We chat as we look at the sea Yesterday she told me That the small brown dog Was her favourite As […]

In a corner of this vast field Is a small cottage with a green door This is where the summer folk live

I was asleep in the chair When Wynstan arrived As normal he was dressed smartly Which was in contrast with my scruffy appearance I had made up his bed in the spare room As he had travelled across continents To meet me here in lovely Sidmouth In a week we would be married On the […]

It is January 4th today Really I thought it Was Christmas Day Easy mistake Mildred As you still have a Nativity Next to cat litter tray What a silly **** I am Not to split hairs my love Is it not an archaeological survey  Possibly what a silly cunt I am I am What a […]

They followed the light of the scudding moon Our look outs were sleeping and not alert It was over before it started and the island was lost I was taken prisoner later tortured but survived As I disguised myself as a low level cloud darting In and out of sight which slowly obscured Each of […]