Author: Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • Zoo Zoo Zero

    My cousin and I have rowed out into the bay She likes swimming in deep water I remain on the pedalo As I cannot swim My cousin is very beautiful And I am very attracted to her Her name is Susan But I call her Micheal

  • Zoo Zero

    I am a writer But was asked To enter A painting competition I agreed Although I have No artistic talent I painted a rough watercolour Of my debit card Leaving out the personal details And to my surprise I came first And won a residence In Southern France With all materials supplied

  • Accident

    How did you survive that accident Mark I do not know it must be the will of God There is no God Really Yes Then it must because I trail my knuckles Against rough stone walls Until they bleed

  • In Crowded Cities

    In crowded cities People often sunbathe On flat irregular roofs During the hotter months

  • On The Beach

    I am on the beach with Jane She is being careful not to burn I have now run out of shirts On this Greek holiday As she steals them all To ensure an even tan

  • In the Sauna

    I am in the sauna with Jane We are all modest in black towels Although quite topless in the heat There are three other men Within the sauna Each of them is chatting with Jane Or rather her rather fine breasts I must say that I am enjoying the solitude

  • Kent Landscape

    I study this secret music By caressing ancient trees Centuries old With commanding views That In three hundred years Have not changed Even for moment

  • Caron Jane

    I find this music In the summer silk fields High on yellow cornflowers blue I see this silence In your cool grey eyes And in the way you walk Almost hidden within a dance What perfect rhythms you possess Jane What perfect rhythms you possess

  • Ghost Vacancy

    For some reason We always took our holidays In Hastings And stayed in the same house Run by Mr and Mrs Pure The other guests were sedate Bur very pleasant and essentially English So we enjoyed our residence And then it ended one summer When Mr Pure quite suddenly died His wife ran the business […]

  • The Salt Path and the Violin

    I was born in a cottage next to the Apple Estuary My father was a fisherman As was his father and his father before him But I did not follow them on to the boats As I had been given a rare musical talent And was accepted into a Music School Which shaped my glittering […]