Stuart Miller-Osborne

On Ruesdaus Day You will collect the sunflowers From the cornflower fields Two days of rest Around the pool If you so wish (keep the pool area tidy) The market is open on Saturdays Be ready for the ninth hour Keep hydrated as the town has little shade (always wear white and a straw hat) […]

Why are all Polish films Set on or near railway lines The level crossing keeper Is a woman of tender years She actually lives in the signal box And keeps crown tails In an illuminated fish tank They are much admired By passing drivers Eight trains a day Is the sum of her job Maybe […]

I found a dogfish abandoned On an unmade track It had been dead for quite a while The victim of a careless fisherman Walmer Beach 11/25

Six months ago I bought a cat as a mannequin Today I purchased a recording Of poems by W B Yeats I placed the record on a spare chair And noticed the design of its cover Suggested that my cat Was now indeed an angel

Viktoria lay on her night bed Listening to the hum of the farm The light of the warm summer moon Was filtering through the voile curtains Pedro was due to return from the war

Jessica had found the border fence Which was hidden in a snowy forest Why would such an important border Be protected by such a thin fence Even a cow could cross without hindrance It was so lightly guarded a perfect place For Jessica to disappear from her previous life The warm sea was lit from […]

For many years Agnes A lived In a dusty top floor Paris apartment She considered herself to be dull ugly and uninteresting And then she met Guy who helped her to clean up As she found life quite difficult due to her disability (Agnes had no legs and only one arm) It was only when […]

I am homeless in my own head Nobody recognises me I am without eyes or a face

Je suis sans abri dans ma propre tête Personne ne me reconnaît Je suis sans yeux ni visage

now that the winter is nearly upon us days refuse to mature brief seasons of light