Stuart Miller-Osborne

The explorer is one of my heroes Although he is little remembered I was named after him By my parents Who were missionaries

I am sitting in the warm sun The mists have blinded the day Only the flat sea exists Everything is calm

Have faith Marianne This beach will always Feature in your letters

The islands of the town Are glowing furiously Their shadows Are planning invasion Evening fish are staining the sea

He painted using words His palette was multi coloured Nothing escaped his gaze

Joe What did you think of the awards ceremony A curates egg The Brutalist should have swept the board It was such an outstanding movie Working on so many different levels I am like you bro These awards are meaningless A confectionery Nice but that is all it is Poetry is like that There are […]

We had chosen West Brewer Street As it had hidden its years well Our lighting crew had turned the street Bright Blue White Blue Night Blue I had already decided that this scene Would neither start nor would it finish It would have little or no meaning By the time that we were ready to […]

I own a dog that is much loved It is just a nice dog And I frequently receive requests To pet or stroke Diane Which confuses me As my wife is named Diane Embarrassing incidents aside Diane is a loyal companion We walk for miles in deep conversation Even her shit smells of violets And […]

Suicide notes come in all shapes and sizes See you at the revolution later Perhaps you could walk Diane This is a low chalk cliff and it belongs to me My rare fifty pence coin is kept in a plastic insulated box I used to collect decorated fridge magnets Snow Drops and Japanese Trees

Hi Martha Josie Its my birthday today Are you Welsh Fuck no You said that you would tell me Joe’s big secret Did I You did It all started in Lanzarote When we were much younger Mummy and Daddy sent us on annual beach holidays Just for being good little fuckers all year You said […]