Stuart Miller-Osborne

There is always some madness in love But there is also always some reason in madness

I am married to a Nordic Blonde I like Nordic Blondes She is my intellectual equal Tick boxes one two and three There are those who say That beauty is only skin deep And to value beauty only is wrong I agree and disagree and ask this question If God exists then why did he […]

I like nothing better than listening to Erik Satie On the terrace of Chatterbuck on warm evenings Photographs of outstanding beauty Caress my idle thoughts My inhibitions fade

Kit Marlowe’s tower stands proud Opposite a mish-mash of banality I am in Canterbury today A great deal remains But a great deal has been replaced Yet it is not the buildings or the shops But the people who I am recording They are so very different from when I was young Daddy’s 1986 movie […]

Time – Present Location – Richmond Characters Joe (a poet) Josie (sister of Joe) Sephine (Joe’s girlfriend) Cora (sister of Elena) Elena (sister of Cora) Joe – Lets all play Charades Josie – I would rather eat head Joe – I am told that you are rather good at that Joe – I have written […]

Weddings are always memorable A day that is shared with others I was an uninvited guest Who happened to be watching passing trains Via a webcam at Ashland Railway Station When photographs of this day were captured Both on the crossings and the chilly platforms Smart suits and pretty dresses Passing trains and excited chatter […]

When I woke up I found out That time had mysteriously Slipped from my grasp

I am in a tent feeling unwell A bleak wilderness surrounds me I have had this sickness Since I planted the bomb That killed the president I am being hunted down There are dogs deep in the distance A gamekeeper and an angel Found me earlier But I was not reported As the angel said […]

The existential proposition that truth and reality are constructed fictions Coffee Pardon Your sister said that you were different Ignore my sister She is different Black or white You choose

An Esso garage on a snowy evening A car draws up on the forecourt The woman recognises the man They have a history A few words are exchanged Regular Super Once full the car drives Away into the darkness An existential dream No explanations Time stands still Joe are you dreaming again Yes Was it […]