Stuart Miller-Osborne

I was hitching on the toad to Damascus Without much luck So I removed my panties And flashed for lifts This said I did not accept any offers As I live in a bungalow

I have invited Saul and Paul To my riverside studio I always paint in the nude Which appears to excite them As they are both fully erect Although I am quite tempted I scold them gently And note that we are here To create art and not babies

I am the subject The Colour And the model

I always paint in the nude On blank canvases Sometimes I invite my friends

I always paint in the nude On blank canvases

April and I often stay at Club 39 When we are in Greece I have just finished my book Angle Mort which is a thriller Set amongst the Greek Islands We have decided to rest here Before I start the sequel April is a boutique poet Who writes in several languages I wish I had […]

Jibanananda’s life came to a sudden end by way of a road accident when he was only fifty five On 14 October 1954, he was crossing a road near Calcutta’s Deshapriya Park when he was hit by a tram Damn that tram Sam Damn that fucking tram

I have a friend Who will be hung tomorrow We have not known Each other for that long I have struck up A friendship with a mayfly We have not known Each other for that long

The yacht is reflected  The sea is glass  Nothing moves 

Abstract patterns In ripening fields Gulls following tractors Far out at sea