Author: Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • Kitty Brown

    When we arrive at the zoo I will show you only brown animals We will travel on a brown boat Taken from a brown pier along a brown river As you drink yours unsweetened I will take only brown sugar in my tea We will wear brown clothes Which we will dry in our brown […]

  • Immoral Tale

    Immoral Tale When I swept the sea from your doorstep I found a fish which we shared that evening Immoral Tale (2) I went to the Bettina Poodle Café and ate a hearty meal it closed soon after my visit Immoral Tale (3) A small bird and I shared a milkshake we were aware of […]

  • Biographies

    Terry Super – Humorous committed suicide in front of an ICE train he always knew that he would die of the cold he married a co-joined twin and had an affair with her sister for this crime he was committed to prison island where he had a butterfly tattooed onto his chest within days it […]

  • A Window of Many Colours

    Your stories are glass thin that is all I require for I see eternity in the transparency of your colour

  • A Prestatyn Dream

    The girlfriends in their terracotta shoes danced as they avoided the comb tide. On the dunes the grasses dreamt but could not taste the fruits of the singing palms I told them that all journeys were imaginary They did not believe me As the evening invaded the day I returned and looking north I counted […]

  • A Dandy on Vacation

    We have arrived The thick air Now relaxed Has been replaced By a dancing breeze All roads now lead to the beach Attendance is compulsory  

  • “ I would prefer not to “

      I politely said as I began a letter to the silent insects who were devouring that terrible book. The soup that had been given to me soon cooled and a film appeared on its surface within an hour. It was during these minutes that I invited the remaining insects to set up home. All […]

  • 6×3

    Chic Sharks Show Shops Chic Shapes

  • Esther Collencinni

    In the geography of your eye Miniature chameleons Discuss the decline of the grid In the wetlands of Europe You sit on your bed Watching the marching whales Composing their tales (you send me an excerpt) The ancient man was lost. He was heading deeper into my introduction when he was approached by his father […]

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