Stuart Miller-Osborne

That brain of mine Is something more than merely mortal As time will show Joe I have taken this from a letter That Ada Lovelace sent to Charles Babbage Forgive the comparison But I think the same of you Your genius lies in your poetry You take me to places That I could not have…

Think outside of the box Think outside of the box Where is the fucking box Joe

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…