Stuart Miller-Osborne

You have missed the last train It went twenty minutes ago I am closing the station in ten Where will I spend the night Not here it is against the rules The streets are lonely and wet I would help you if I could But it more than my job is worth There is a […]

my pastimes are very slow why rush the things you enjoy i create what i call art installations yet they are nothing of the sort just small glass jars containing ideas at present i have four jars the first jar contains two clear glass marbles i have added some coloured cottons and beads it is […]

Hi Samantha I trust you are well We have just seen Sephine off So it is only Joe and Josie I do hope that Sephine’s mum will be okay It seems that she caught one of those exotic imported diseases Which are so uncomfortable and so fucking preventable Poor Sephine Poor Amanda Poor Robert On […]

Like many poets who explore their pens She could not accept the path That stretched out in front of her weary eyes

Hi Joe Sis Did you see Sephine off Yes with a kiss I wish you were my lover I am your younger brother You are my lover Joe I also tell jokes Josie I wish you would not tell jokes Shit happens Without humour the world is nothing The world is nothing Cynical Sis What […]

Whilst swimming in the warm sea I was attacked by a pointed fish But we soon became good friends As I pointed out the error of its ways

When I was just seventeen I was approached by a homosexual In a sunken toilet opposite the tube station Nothing happened apart from my distress But I waited for him at the street level entrance He smiled at me as he ascended the steep stairs That was a big mistake as I punched him in […]

My younger sister is going out With the son of the local aristocrat He is a nice lad although rather spoilt Who has just completed his degree Recently he published a short story The Cancer of Rich Men’s Minds

Julie Miranda and Eye Were sailing around Various Caribbean islands On our summer voyage We were joined by Alison Who was writing a book About the slave trade Se was a minor American academic Who had devoted her life to the subject As part of our trip we visited various sites Connected to this historical […]

I am no longer playing cards With these floating white devils The corruption of their blank games Has done little to illuminate The brittle poetry between the lines The fifth sun has now completed its journey Its terrible reign will not be mourned