Stuart Miller-Osborne

Was born in a damp cottage Which is not surprising As her mother lived by the sea She has at times during her life Been a teacher a linguist and an artist One of her paintings hangs in the Tate She also writes synthetic poetry All her translations are her own

Summer never arrives in this city It is hinted at but never arrives Everything is so very grey I am intelligent and beautiful Yet lack any thoughts of colour I secretly write radical poems Which will become my prison diaries If I am caught or betrayed My friend murdered Meyer A minor official using my […]

My sister has taken a peach coloured pill She is tripping in a desert I have placed her in my bed She is covered by a thin blanket Which was a gift from my sister

Have you taken anything Yes What have you taken A peach coloured pill It will take me to places That I have never visited before How do you feel Juliette I feel happy Do you you understand happiness Have you seen me naked Jean Luc No Do you want to see me naked You are […]

Each morning when the light returns Fresh from the previous day I collect the unseen histories Of those who dare to dream

Raising a mob against him the Archbishop Ruggieri Had Ugolino locked in the tower of Muda  The keys to his cell were thrown into the River Arno His cat introduces Ugolino As he eats the head of his condemner

Angels in Blue Caves Swim only in the shallows The sea is a wise mother

The hotel owners daughter Was named Lola She had many lovers One a day to be precise I was number seventeen Number thirty and number forty She is carrying my child Who we will call Alol In time I will inherit The Lucky Hotel

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 […]