Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • Introduction
Illustration of a bird flying.
  • Bella

    I have fucked a maximum Of Gentiles and Jews But I do not fuck niggers As they are too rough for me They are like wild animals Sometimes I bleed and suffer pain That is the last thing she wrote Who Bella She kept a diary I was not aware of that She wanted to […]

    February 22, 2026
  • Cleaning Up

    Here is the deal Take it or leave it I will help you clean up My latest story Is about a junkie trying to clean up Will she succeed That is up to you You are not yet on the streets turning tricks What happens if I refuse Then you will die under a train […]

    February 22, 2026
  • Les Bouquinistes of Paris

    I call Stuart Miller (Phillip Le Brock) the greatest living author because I think he is. I do not call him a poet because he has never written a poem; he even dislikes poetry, I think. But everything he has written is a poem in the best as well as in the broadest sense of […]

    February 22, 2026
  • A Blue of Sea Time

    You really look daft Phillip Come again Sitting there writing again On your ornate wooden chair I am in my apartment with two whores They are working girls I have paid them both Am I your whore Only when you want to be We have always been fuck friends Why are you not wearing any […]

    February 22, 2026
  • All the Forgotten Yesterdays

    Your book Yes Danny and Danielle were resting On the wooden floor of their apartment Covered only by a thin duvet Why have you not added to this opening Because I am tired Do you have a structure in mind What will they do next Why are they on the floor of their apartment When […]

    February 21, 2026
  • If you do not like what you see

    A painter must work for the taste of his own day. How does he know what people will like two or three hundred years hence? I maintain that a man should hold up the mirror to his own times. John Everett Millais As I entered your house This was framed above your door Why do […]

    February 21, 2026
  • It Only Rains

    When I forget my waterproof coat It only rains when I talk to the scruffy sheep Who live in front of All Saints church My father sleeps there next to the wall I have not seen him for over thirty years There are some military graves harsh white Near to where I am standing today […]

    February 21, 2026
  • Some People Walk Dogs

    John Keats once said this about the English weather He described it as like Lydia Languish Very entertaining when it smiles But cursedly subject to sympathetic moisture My name is Lydia Languish I know but I must correct you As your name is now Lydia Low We shared our name on marriage Then you should […]

    February 20, 2026
  • Leopoldine Kasparek

    Almost forgotten by history This short lived but loathsome woman Was known by other names The Strangler of Vienna The Strangling Angel That is all that I will record As my pen does not have the hunger…

    February 19, 2026
  • le paradis et l’enfer

    the most complete views of heaven can be seen from high hills of hell

    February 19, 2026
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