Stuart Miller-Osborne

It had rained overnight The air was still humid There was not even The gift of a light breeze

As the zero year drew to a close I chose to sit in a thinning field Of late sunflowers

This is the only day Of the week When I smile And really mean it As I am seriously happy I am nice to my colleagues And polite on the tubes People do not annoy me I wish that all the other days Were similar in their structure Francis

This part of the year always puzzles me The trees are already changing colour Yet I still wear very little in my apartment However during the long dark nights I hide in my bed and enjoy hot drinks Mahtilde loves autumn but not winter

Sephine I trust you are not missing me I always miss you Joe I will be back in a few days You have a mountain of mail It will wait As Josie might have told you I am on the Hue leg of my journey Earlier I visited the car which was driven By Quang…

Where are you Joe I am in Hue Is that a garage No There is car in the parking space It is not a garage Josie This is where the car driven by Quảng Đức Towards his ghastly self-immolation Is on permanent display as a relic of the past It can be seen in the…

When my mother was very young She had a collection of football posters On her bedroom wall and in her fathers shed I can remember my mother telling me That her favourite player was Eusébio And that Uncle Jim when in Portugal Had brought her back a Benfica shirt Which she religiously wore until she…

my friend knocked at the door she had run out of coffee again my friend was a very beautiful yet muddle headed girl we often went to the cinema together people thought that we were romantics but we were just friends and nothing more

Une femme nue Sur une plage en hiver Elle a une sœur Qui vit en Amérique

a pleuré amèrement une souris était morte