Stuart Miller-Osborne

I should have known better When I became a gardener At the convent on the hill I dreamt of naked nuns Swimming in the soft lakes Whilst I hung their bad habits On the olive trees nearby But I was disappointed As the head nun was German And her name did not translate well From […]

On days like this I could drink the sea And replace its vacancy With your salty tears

The weather forecast for today is good Hopefully at about twenty-five degrees Before I retired I programmed my Valerie To serve me breakfast in the nude But she has malfunctioned again And is wearing my college sweat shirt I rang the manufacturer to explain the fault And was told that the Valerie model Has a […]

We are sitting in a hotel room High above the streets of Frankfurt Sharing a coffee dry breakfast In an hour we will be at the station I have an important meeting Valerie will see me off And remain in the city As she is looking for a clock It is her mothers birthday In […]

What are you reading Jack Metamorphosis In The Penal Colony I cannot say that I have heard of it Who is the author Kafka Are you sure Yes How do you know that it was Kafka That is easy Pray tell Because I glued them together

The apartment opposite was vacant It had been vacant for over a year But it is now occupied by a writer A writer named Maya Robert She is celebrated for her new novel Room 224 Which is set in Paris In apartments that face Her bathroom window Faces my little kitchen The glass is frosted […]

I would like to live in Paris On this very balcony But that would prove impossible Not impossible but difficult As I have no savings or a job There is an old woman On the opposite balcony She us staring at her husband Who is watching me I do not think she likes me

I found a shoe on the subway today Between stations M and R It was a female shoe Slightly unfashionable It was too fussy For my liking I found a child’s rattle today Near a road crossing It was yellow with green frogs Printed on its stem When I was very small I owned a […]

The pink blossoms Of a summer morning Sleep soundly Under my low windows Calmly beautiful and serene

I left Pixie Tree unattended a rare guest a chair a bed and love