Stuart Miller-Osborne

I am waiting for my coach at the bus station It is due to arrive in three hours At least it will be warm as this station is very cold My journey will take just over five hours I would have caught a train but services are suspended Due to the landslips in the south […]

See that ladder on the huge tank It is over twenty metres high My brother who is without sight Once climbed to the top on an icy day He could not see the hills in the mist But explained that he could sense them When he was later arrested by the police

The thin rays of the moon Amplify these coastal horizons What makes you say that You have the most beautiful back That I have ever seen it is a total pleasure To run my fingers up and down your delicate spine Did you see my trench coat hanging from the door I did not know […]

Recently an actress Stood in the snow Wearing little more Than a blue leotard Today I purchased A Christmas doll Who I named Melissa Photographed by the C

I have only one poster on my wall It is the creature BaBa Who I admire and love My wife is unfaithful She is having an affair With a character from my latest book They both smoke Turkish cigarettes Which makes my bedroom unhealthy It also upsets BaBa on the wall

I do love your hairy chest Martin I could sleep on it all day I could never like a man With a hairless chest What are you saying Sheila I could never trust them They might be homosexuaaaals Shirt Lifters Anal Acrobats I cannot see what girls see in them You are all man hairy […]

Where are you from Toledo You Madrid The boy in the bar Thought we were sisters He had a point as we are alike You are taller than me And your hair is longer than mine We both have raven eyes And luxurious black hair There is something very seductive About girls from Spain Our […]

Stand at the window Maureen Look at the silver stars In a short while One of those stars Will fall into the yard Beneath our apartment Do not touch it for an hour Let it relax after its journey Marie Maria Corteze

Imagine Sitting on damp rocks On scalding days With your feet Cool in a rock pool A world famous poet But a failed author Meets his only fan He signs her book Daniel Meets Daniel They share a rock pool And count the pale pebbles Her name is Martin She is from Colorado And has […]

It was a typical artists table Unpolished with splashes of paint There was also a dry breakfast And a coffee waiting for me As I was facing a long journey On the bare and dusty wall Was an unfinished sketch of Anaïs I had not seen my sister for over a year So I carefully […]