Stuart Miller-Osborne

The view from this window Is owned by Lola just Lola I never tire of it As it is so beautiful I have always considered That you are the equal If not more beautiful Than this incredible canvas

Where do you write your novels Over there on that typewriter It looks very old It used to belong to Hemingway The Hemingway Are there others Where do you get your ideas from From that telescope I watch the people of Paris Their lives and everything in-between Your stories are very realistic My telescope does […]

I fell off a dry stone wall And did unpleasant things To my Maltese patella You were my nurse and carer Who wheeled me around Dublin As I was obsessed with Stephen Dedalus You told me that your name was The C And you were nursing during your gap year As my health returned I […]

When I loved in West Wittering I met two artists Really it was one artist Who suffered from Schizophrenia But for the purposes of this meop I will treat the Knights as two people I met Jeeny Knight whilst swimming in the bay And she introduced me to her husband Jeeny Who was also an […]

I was waiting for a much delayed bus When I noticed the remains of a fish Partially hidden in dry summer grasses The fish had been shredded by many gulls I wondered then if this fish Had enjoyed its value

In the hours before darkness I saw a fox cross a railway line It vanished into the grassy embankment The distant signal was oblivious to this trespass

There are twenty-nine cattle streets In my town Streets two and nineteen are the longest Whereas street seven in no more Than a short and narrow lane Which is totally unsuitable for cattle

1 I woke up in the back seat of a car It was dark and I was unable To comprehend where I actually was The deep red leather seats Were occasionally illuminated As other vehicles passed by 2 That was the limit Of my consciousness I was on the very edge Of what I understood

Natalie is not in my eyes There is nothing truthful In that association I do not know a Natalie I have never known a Natalie Natalie is not behind my eyes

I often watch you slowly Swimming naked in the sea This affords me a great pleasure  However due to the conditions  Of the coastal stream lights  I often see three Christines Beneath the glass surfaces Of the summer waves Erotic Poems of Summer (2026)