Stuart Miller-Osborne

Every morning after Adam leaves I stimulate myself with my love toy He brought it back from Hungary It has three settings Which I cannot understand As I do not speak Hungarian I then bathe and dress for the day Like a drugged metronome I walk slowly into the town Passing the railway station on…

Please feel free To use the shower I will not disturb you My office opened Over an hour ago Only ghosts Share this apartment With me During daylight hours

Dive Europa Dive from the highest rock It will not kill you I am fragile Pierre Like frosted glass Please forgive me

Sephine has been close to Josie for many years Even though there is a twelve year age gap between them She was friendly with Joe but always felt within his shadow Unlike the twins Sephine has a gentle temprement She is also a strawberry blonde with cornflower eyes Which contrasts against Josie’s raven features

Joe and Josie are identical twins They are both thirty-nine years old Although identical Joe is much taller than Josie Who has a gamine like appearance and boyish hair At the age of seventeen they began a relationship Initially they kept this secret living as brother and sister Their father was the vicar of a…

Martha We are now in New York Which is spectacular Josie is in the bath Sephine is reading a book About Jackson Pollock I am seeing Richard later Hopefully there is no damage We are all meeting Kathleen in the Bronx later Erik is opening tomorrow Thank you for the photograph Up Norf again how…

I woke up this morning And found A Jackson Pollock On the bedroom wall My host collected Works by Jackson Pollock

Earlier today my mobile phone sent me a photograph Which was taken about three to five years ago This surprised me as I did not know of its existence It showed two women about to kiss passionately I had no memory of recording this intimate moment Although I can remember the women and the exhibition…

Are the filthiest of bitches They promise everything But rarely deliver I used to work on the trapeze Until my accident Which was planned In minute detail By those Who could not fly

My spider plant died last night It never really stood a chance It was born without a history