Stuart Miller-Osborne

I used to find her at the foot of my bed Sketching quietly with a small pencil She told me that she was trying To capture my fading dreams Sometimes she wore a gown Sometimes a blanket loosely wrapped I still have her dream sketches on my wall But the artist no longer lives in […]

The music of a beach at low tide I do not raise my eyesAs nobody else is reading poetry On this promenade today

God is Cold Stephen Crane

Maude recently asked me whether bald or bush was better I told her that I did not really have an opinion It is possibly cleaner to shave But then again pubic hair has a function Otherwise it would not be there Maude and I live in a large country house With all the trimmings We […]

I want to know what you do Every minute of the day What you eat Who you fuck Whilst you are away from me That is all I ask Marie-Helene As I demand little of my friends

A humid night That never darkens The sea has smothered My perfumed breezes I have been tied to a fence As my madness is apparent To those who know me well The moon is quite near I can taste the coolness Of its nocturnal journey Like a condemned man My eyes have been covered By […]

Hi Paul Hi Mate How are you Good Did you know When I last voted A chap came up to me outside And asked me a question I know what the capital of France is It was not that question What was the question He asked me whether I was A traitor or a patriot […]

Hi Paul Hi Mate How are you Good What are you doing Sculpting Are you a sculptor No a milkman It looks like an egg It is an egg Well it is based on an egg As it is a perfect form Come again I am already at home To maintain their sleek and streamlined bodies for […]

When the days are warm Jane and I often explore The lanes and tracks Of the Southern Counties As we enjoy The Full Light of Heaven In front of our eyes

I was on holiday again In Sussex Fair On my first night I opened the window wide So that the soft air Could enter my room