Stuart Miller-Osborne

This question was never asked When I lived in the countryside It was unheard of to discuss rats But since I moved to London I have heard it many times Another oddity is that my name April is quite common in this city Whereas it is not widely used elsewhere

Kazerina Stewart was a sculptor From Wellington in New Zealand Who once taught at my school Although she was much older than me We grew very close That is the reason That there is now a sculpture garden Hidden on a farm in deepest Wiltshire I am a farmer She was an artist We were…

WARSAW, Jan. 8 1967 Zbigniew Cybulski, Poland’s most popular screen actor and the best known in the West, was killed today when he fell under a moving train at Wroclaw, in southwestern Poland The 39-year-old star ran onto the station platform as the Warsaw Express was beginning to pull out He scrambled for an open…

Whilst fishing Zbigniew found a body Of a beautiful woman Floating in the sea She had obviously drowned But he did not contact the authorities Because of her serene beauty And later released the body Just as the day was fading In time the woman would sink deeply And the sea would possess her beauty

Margit In exchange for dinner At a posh restaurant Margit agreed To sleep with me And prepare coffee Before we set out To assassinate The Prime Minister Sandra In exchange for dinner At a posh restaurant Sandra agreed To sleep with me And prepare coffee Before we set out To execute The Prime Minister

I was in the habit Of locking my bedroom door Whenever I was in the house Although accepted It puzzled my family Various reasons were suggested From masturbation to bad temper When in fact the answer was simple As I just enjoyed blowing bubbles Whilst listening to Thriller On my new record player

Boom Boom Boom Or at least it sounded similar I had suffered a childhood injury Which altered my perception of sound And although I could not see the cathedral (it was hidden by many lesser buildings) I knew that the people in my street Could clearly hear these lyrical bells I did not share this…

I had left a cinema Bathed in sunlight As I made my way Across the humid city

I took the long route to the cinema As I had lost my sense of direction The storm clouds were building Yet it did not attempt to rain I visited Spain But did not travel

I am sitting In a summer field Feeding my newborn She is staring At the low trees That shade the sun