Stuart Miller-Osborne

My study for some unknown reason Overlooks my neighbours wet room Which can be rather distracting I have written many letters to her But she ignores them without comment And bathes each day at nine fifteen

My study for some unknown reason Overlooks the wet room which can be distracting When my housekeeper takes a shower We occasionally have sex But she finds me rather boring As the best mannered people Make the most absurd lovers

I commenced my fall Just over five minutes ago If I pass you on the way down Please wave to me As this is a lonely journey

I could taste the warm summer rain On breeze It cooled my crisp cotton shirt I followed the hollowness Of the passing bells And traced my footsteps in the sand

There was a feel of rain on the beach But I did not care as we were in the sea I had visited this area on many occasions But never grew tired of its natural beauty

Gray Eyes Calm Nordic A Kind of Sweet Love

Yeux Gris Calme Nordique Une sorte d’amour doux

I wanted to be a housewife A homemaker A little woman Fucked once a week Masturbating on others But I became a female politician And lost any appeal I ever had I am supposed to care But I was an introvert Trying to be an extrovert I support this cause and that cause But truthfully […]

I am currently sharing a studio In Bridgwater Somerset With Josephine of the South We are both artists She is from La Ciotat Which to my surprise Is twinned with my current town I once waited for a delayed train At La Ciotat railway station In the searing summer heat Which led to me to […]

This is what seventy years of nature Does to an abandoned railway track It seems like the country air has been sucked From a once pristine chalk cutting The nearby field betrays its archaeology A pattern of parallel ridges and troughs Caused by years of prolonged ploughing These were ghostly long before the railway arrived […]