Stuart Miller-Osborne

It was already broken Although in parts intact That is why I avoided mirrors And other reflective surfaces The last ten days Have totally exposed The poverty of my shattered heart

For many years I have cared for wild dogs But of late these creatures have become diseased In response I have organised culls on a massive scale Otherwise these diseases will infect other dogs

Was a fair maiden sweet of song Who swore like a farm labourer She lived in this village For one hundred years And then was born again This time with a milder tongue

Happy Mothers Day Wanda June Is a play written by Kurt Vonnegut My mistake is was called Happy Birthday Wanda June But this is not the reason That I am writing this poem I am writing is because I am scared Really Fucking Scared As I have discovered that that the….. Romney, Hythe and Dymchurch […]

We are due to land at eight At present we are over France It has been an uneventful flight As uneventful flights go I am scared of flying Well not really flying But hitting the ground At a great speed During an electrical storm Lately the airlines Have introduced A Meet the Captain And Fly […]

As I was driving home last night The moon turned to powder In a real blue sky Considering the event Very little happened Static touched the radio In my blood red car And it began to snow Worldwide

I have just painted Views of Paris In the style of Dufy On your bare bottom Stella And you still accuse me Of not being an artist

I would like to talk about everything With at least one person I have finally chosen you After a great deal of thought

Louise and I booked a double room On the top floor of the Hotel Splendid When we arrived we found The hotel floating in the clouds When I enquired of the reason I was told that it was a celebration As all of the towns shops Had been painted orange