Stuart Miller-Osborne

Just over twenty years ago Something terrible happened In front of my little shop A Canadian tourist was abducted By a swarm of locusts Never before witnessed In this town or county To this day nobody knows Why this poor man was chosen There is no known record of his name Or why he was […]

How the fuck should I know Who do think I am Just breathe slowly My horse was shot yesterday But it is in a stable condition 007 I once asked a man for his bus ticket  As it was numbered 007  He refused my request  As he was travelling  Past my bus stop That evening I […]

Soon after my marriage broke up I lost my job and my apartment Life was very harsh but I did not fade And very soon I secured another position But my problems were just starting As one of the senior managers Took an instant dislike to me I suspected that she knew What a transparent […]

These were the years of the camouflages Everything illuminated was tightly hidden Rifleman Audrey lay still in the searing heat His orders were to watch the yellow road And was told only to use his super rifle These were the rules of the continuing wars

The London disappeared of the coast of Ceylon in 1897 The Aztec disappeared in the Indian Ocean in 1903 And the Spirit of Richmond a year later in the same area In 2025 all three ships were found under the ice Not far from Antarctica Base Michael 32 That is why I travelling to Antarctica […]

Justine Terry was a close friend We had attended the same university And then she slowly dropped out She was thinner than I remembered her And her hair was much longer and unkempt But her piecing blue eyes had not changed

Justine Terry was my tour guide She spoke a number of languages We had attended the same university But I never met her in three years

I seek I desire What is already mine

Near the corner of Agen Lake Can be found a large house Owned by an unusual women The Lady in Red or The Mountain Lion She is known by both names Some say she is a Russian Countess Others that she is the sister of a millionaire But I just call her Ella Ella which […]

I was sitting in the doorway Of a train that used to carry tea When I lost my shiny red shoe I considered it lost in the jungle But it was found by my future husband Five years after I had let it fall