Stuart Miller-Osborne

I have been disappointed By these hot summer days They promised so much

How often do sunsets Bring an intense happiness This is false Why is decay being celebrated

The world is nothing Beauty stimulates It stimulates ones eyes When beauty fades The world fades Into an infinite night

Walking waist deep in yellow fields These are our dust dreams You just drive me crazy Océane

You vanished many years ago In July July the 23rd We had agreed to meet on platform two However your train did not show up (I learnt later that it had arrived on platform six) (there is no platform six) Friends do not normally vanish I thought you had suffered an accident But there was […]

I have always preferred to embrace The Nordic Types I am married to a grey eyed blonde But we are often distressed at the corruption Of our soft childhood memories

A black star had suffocated any illumination As I walked by the sea my shoes were covered By a deep oil like substance crude in texture But all was not lost as I soon found a refuge White bright and full of air light to the touch I explored the remains of my ancient shipwreck […]

Heatwaves in the cities Tropical nights My exotic flatmate Part English Part Hungarian Is a musician Wears only white To reflect the heat And takes blue ice baths She works for the postal service At weekends and bank holidays I have asked her about her name Was she named after an actress No she replies […]

i own a glass bottle which is full of smooth glass pebbles and synthetic plastic shells it uses the light to its considerable advantage it was suggested that i add three small pebbles from the beach to illustrate an illusion of loss

In an hour I will join a train That started its journey yesterday I know nothing about its past Its present or its future There is a cabin waiting for me As I enjoy my privacy I am writing a short history Of blue and golden cushions