Stuart Miller-Osborne

Nora is sitting opposite me We are on a train to Trieste Last night we slept together For the first time I still feel awkward about this As she is engaged to Gretta Who is my best friend

There is an old unmade road Near where I live It dates from the last war And is slowly crumbling in time The woman with two dogs Often walks her pets along this road We chat as we look at the sea Yesterday she told me That the small brown dog Was her favourite As…

In a corner of this vast field Is a small cottage with a green door This is where the summer folk live

I was asleep in the chair When Wynstan arrived As normal he was dressed smartly Which was in contrast with my scruffy appearance I had made up his bed in the spare room As he had travelled across continents To meet me here in lovely Sidmouth In a week we would be married On the…

It is January 4th today Really I thought it Was Christmas Day Easy mistake Mildred As you still have a Nativity Next to cat litter tray What a silly **** I am Not to split hairs my love Is it not an archaeological survey  Possibly what a silly cunt I am I am What a…

They followed the light of the scudding moon Our look outs were sleeping and not alert It was over before it started and the island was lost I was taken prisoner later tortured but survived As I disguised myself as a low level cloud darting In and out of sight which slowly obscured Each of…

I have not visited it in a six month It is now completely overgrown No summer now exists day hidden It lives within its own memories

I hate the greyness of the short January days Boxes become small cramped and dark But you are the light the sunrise the sunset The rainbow and the snow blue days Jonny Wot It is not Wot It is Wot Ms Beri Beri Wot are you doing Writing an aria Miss Ms Confused . com…

I live in a small farmhouse On the extreme edge Of a French village From my front door I could see a dusty white road Which had been until the last war A famous route for passing circuses It was deserted now which was rather sad

Christopher had erected an outdoor shower The water was ice cold straight from a spring He was watching me shower through a thin curtain I could smell the aromas of his crumbling joint Which both excited and repelled me all at once For all he cared I could have been wearing A suit of shining…