Stuart Miller-Osborne

Our mother no longer lives with us Her skin turned scarlet Lucy worries me As she spends A great deal of time At the end of the platform

Lucy and I are in charge of the parcels The mushrooms The tickets And the prize winning allotments

My father works as a guard on Sensual Trains He used to be a train driver before his sight faded In a year he will be given his own rural station Both Lucy and I are looking forward to this move

We crossed the equator today Or did the equator cross us

When I am aboard our yacht These feel good fixes Almost overwhelm me I drown in feelings of pleasure There is nothing quite like it And then I return To the country of my birth And the curtain falls Joe

For many years I have had a reoccurring dream So simple in its structure and composition I was standing on a disused railway track In a bleak and unidentified rose desert With me I found a fallen angel and my late uncle We drank and discussed everything and nothing Such was our attachment to the…

I was locked up for expressing an opinion I was locked up for being honest In time if I repent my sins I will be released back into society But the theatre will not end there As I have kept a diary So wretched as to hang me I have a dream I have a…

I still live in a cottage on a cliff With my three cats April May and June We are all blissfully happy But this has come at a price As the cottage next door Was previously owned By a strange perverted chap Who objected to my cats Shitting in the garden He was violent to…

I once owned a Siamese cat It was a beautiful loving creature One day my cat did not return home Which worried me as it was out of character I finally found my cat badly injured It had been attacked by a dog My prayers were thankfully answered And my cat soon grew better and…

Alice Bee Let us pass the a f t e r n o o n Listening to Vinyl Italian Disco Dance It is not About the future Or the p a s t It is all about the clocks