Stuart Miller-Osborne

a sailor was murdered here last week he had hoped to buy love on the street but found only a pack of hyenas

there is a famine in hell at present a combination of poor harvests and corruption what used to add up is now rotting slowly under the savage and forgotten sun i used to feed the stray dogs during my trading days but now they just eat their own shit and howl

This country belongs fully to me As it belonged to my fathers before me It will then belong to all my future sons The country does not belong to you You do not have a single claim Please leave as you are not welcome

As it was Sunday Lix woke up late Her girlfriend F was still sleeping In keeping with tradition she stumbled into the previous nights kitchen Two cups of coffee and a Joplin later Lix was in the park feeding the hungry squirrels The music had ceased and with the exception of the birds everything was […]

Lilly loved walking in the summer fields Normally she walked with Phillip In the lane towards the monks retreat But occasionally she walked alone And listened to the birds As she lay still In the long grasses Near the meeting Of the three streams

Hi Joe how are you Good Ewe Great Who is your companion Lucy She is very beautiful in the dark Abd in eep caves Sorry And in deep caves You are very fat Lucy And your armpits are a work of art Do they smell Not really as the smells are trapped in the folds […]

Rara avis is a Latin phrase that literally translates to rare bird The term originates from the Satires of the ancient Roman poet Juvenal who wrote Rara avis in terris nigroque simillima cygno Meaning a bird as rare upon the earth as a black swan Because the Romans considered black swans nonexistent It became an […]

I went to a Ragtime Bar In the South of the City Where I met a girl of rare acquaintance She asked if she might come to my apartment (which was cooler than her basement flat) We chatted about orchids for about half an hour I asked her about the scar on her arm Which […]

Before he went to sleep in his technicolor bed Balanski would ask Greta Two to make him a sandwich Cold meat cheese honey jam molasses he was not choosy Balanski worked at a travel agents in South Morocco Avenue With Christina who dealt with the Spanish speaking customers

I had a pink and yellow dream last night In this dream I was accused of being a thief When in fact I was totally innocent Another resident of my village was the thief I was placed under house arrest and totally ignored Although there were many stories about me Written on young trees and […]