Stuart Miller-Osborne

Have you ever been on holiday and when you return Things have changed and it is not really the same You feel like your cherished memories have soured I can see your point Lynda but these new memories Might actually be superior to your previous ones

The only paradises that we remember Are the ones we have lost This begs the question Did they actually exist the first place That is a very bleak thing to say It is not bleak neither is it radiant Whose thoughts are these I am not sure they may be mine

You have missed the last train It went twenty minutes ago I am closing the station in ten Where will I spend the night Not here it is against the rules The streets are lonely and wet I would help you if I could But it more than my job is worth There is a […]

my pastimes are very slow why rush the things you enjoy i create what i call art installations yet they are nothing of the sort just small glass jars containing ideas at present i have four jars the first jar contains two clear glass marbles i have added some coloured cottons and beads it is […]

Hi Samantha I trust you are well We have just seen Sephine off So it is only Joe and Josie I do hope that Sephine’s mum will be okay It seems that she caught one of those exotic imported diseases Which are so uncomfortable and so fucking preventable Poor Sephine Poor Amanda Poor Robert On […]

Like many poets who explore their pens She could not accept the path That stretched out in front of her weary eyes

Hi Joe Sis Did you see Sephine off Yes with a kiss I wish you were my lover I am your younger brother You are my lover Joe I also tell jokes Josie I wish you would not tell jokes Shit happens Without humour the world is nothing The world is nothing Cynical Sis What […]

Whilst swimming in the warm sea I was attacked by a pointed fish But we soon became good friends As I pointed out the error of its ways

When I was just seventeen I was approached by a homosexual In a sunken toilet opposite the tube station Nothing happened apart from my distress But I waited for him at the street level entrance He smiled at me as he ascended the steep stairs That was a big mistake as I punched him in […]

My younger sister is going out With the son of the local aristocrat He is a nice lad although rather spoilt Who has just completed his degree Recently he published a short story The Cancer of Rich Men’s Minds