Stuart Miller-Osborne

Silke and I have been together for twelve years Married for eight but still without issue About a month ago we found some reels of old film Home movies from our lost summer holidays How free and naked we were in the blue ice lake Did I really drive that ancient tangerine car

There was a shortage of film So I remembered real life When travelling on trains

Bunty was in bed with Des Under their stars and stripes duvet She was dreaming but awake at the same time Bunty did not like Des’s hairy back As it made him look like ann ape In return she was told her breasts were too small And she looked like a boy who was not […]

Looking into the sea Everything was desolate Two mourners on a pier Black Blue Gold and Grey

The grey clouds were fringed By a haunting white sky The blood ivy was dreaming The sounds of my genius Were facing mortality

I often pop down to my local rugby club It is a pure game played by real men I used the play on the wing Not that I was anything special But because I had a turn of pace This said I have of late Become obsessed with mathematics Yesterday the posts and x bar […]

Katy was well known For wearing a wide brimmed hat She was a tour rep with Astral Holidays Which was based around Lake Geneva Katy was known for her pale complexion And her collection of loose freckles She spoke five European Languages And had written two books about Iceland

I had a queer awakening last night Really Yes What did it feel like Like a sultana milkshake Sprinkled with coconut

I will start recording Gail But I will not tell you when Have you recovered your composure Yes It is not unheard of you know The sea was there when I retired But when I opened my eyes It had vanished Pastor Ronald Tim I am recording dry your eyes My eyes are dry Fish […]

My name means night in Hebrew I am a daughter of the night Having been born during the third hour I am in love with my dark beauty And carry a small mirror at all times