Stuart Miller-Osborne

On the 5th of August 1970 at three in the afternoon Vera Kowalewska was walking along a hot street in Warszawa The heat and a series of late nights had made her drowsy And she suddenly tripped and fell violently to the ground The fall caused her to become disorientated for a moment As she […]

Was the grandson of a family of Polish teachers Many of who died or disappeared In the years after the war He had never visited his homeland And lived with his mother in Leatherhead The town of his birth His father had been killed late in the war And his mother heavily pregnant with Stephen […]

Rouge Bunny which is sometimes known As Rogue Bunny is a powerful recreational drug It causes hallucinations and other related reactions Which can last for hours and is very dangerous Matilda used this drug some time ago She is asleep on my bed and I can only guess At her current condition and state of […]

Happy Birthday Silly Boy It is not my birthday I have already had a birthday This time last year That was your previous birthday Really Yes you have more than one Amazing I did not know that Then now ewe know Know what That on the 27th February each year Ewe celebrate your birthday What […]

San Juan Capistrano The night shift Is full of ghosts Or so I have been told By one of the cats Who sometimes haunt The railway station Email Ashley/Joe 02/27/2026

I am quick at detecting these summer clouds in Bridget Is this one of yours Joe I wish it was Bridget It is part of an essay written by Charles Lamb May I read this essay It is in the green book sixth left On the top shelf of my second bookcase I have placed […]

I am a dolphin And can be found Near the old pier People often swim with me Which I greatly welcome As we have many similarities

I live in an abandoned cinema That still shows contemporary films Although my days are very long I am quite happy here It is nearly March and the start of the rubber season The days are getting brighter and the air milder I am in sole charge of the programme Although attendances are very low […]

At six on summer mornings (seven in the winter) The postman delivers letters Around the small village of Blue He always cycles around our lanes Often accompanied by his dog (who does not own a bicycle)

Mona we have not entertained for a while That is because I buried the ashes of the budgie Where Toots could see the trains for eternity But we do not live next to a railway We live next to a canal It is that long wet thing near the rockery Toots was not keen on […]