Stuart Miller-Osborne

The sunset was spectacular Gold red orange and pink I wrote this poem As I sat on the kegs Roadside awaiting collection

The ghost of Chief Running Water Is travelling across Amerika In search of his ancestors

Hi Josephine I will write in a sex scene for you but like Joe I am not totally aware of the incest laws on Bali so I will arrange for Joe to visit your fig garden tomorrow night which should be okay One never knows what crazy laws and punishments await miscreants abroad One has […]

Hi SMO Josephine here I trust you are well and have recovered from your journey Thirteen fucking hours you poor sod Poor poor Jane I have a favour to ask of you Would you please describe Anne Bronte’s grave to me as I grew up with her books Joe and I have visited Haworth in […]

Stan and Jane are pleased to announce the arrival of Lola George at 3:33 this morning Mother and daughter are doing well which cannot be said for the hospital as my daughter has very healthy lungs and can be heard as far away as Somerset Stan Jane and Lola x

A hippy party on the beach Quickly descended into mayhem I left the gathering then As had no wish to get stoned or drunk Katherine Mills lived in the flat above me Eight Sedan Gardens in Putney We rarely spoke to each other Although I was aware that she was unemployed I worked at the […]

My father remarried when I was fourteen His new bride was very beautiful And I longed to see her unclothed But this did not happen as she was modest And dressed sensibly in my company That was until the day of my sixteenth When she requested that I row her on the lake As the […]

Lovers must be honest with each other Otherwise doubts might creep in That have the potential to fracture You are the most beautiful station But I accuse you of the following I sat on a metal bench on the KX platform And the zip of my winters coat Became trapped in its design Which frustrated […]

I love you I love you I love you You mean everything to me I am lost between your breasts You are so easy on the eye A beauty modest and chaste I wander your many platforms In a dreamlike state Trains are arriving Trains are leaving Everything about you is just right I will […]

I sleep with my eyes open So that I can welcome my dreams And watch them leave my bedroom