Stuart Miller-Osborne

Joe Thank you for your mail I too have my doubts About the authenticity of this claim There is no evidence That the Boy Poet Was ever in Genoa But who am I to guess Travel safely my friend I have written in a summer dress For Josephine when she arrives in Milan As I…

Without sea walls the land would flood Fires would be extinguished Winter warriors would destroy All that is good and without hate This is what God has asked me to do To construct strong walls and build bridges So that all might be safe from the hordes Stuart This poem can be seen at the…

20:44 The square in filling up I look very beautiful this evening Neither Joe or I drink Otherwise I would be on the floor Everybody is my friend My Italian Football Shirt Blue 22:56 I am walking hand in hand with Joe The game ended a few minutes ago Italy were victorious by two goals…

Darling Cora I know that Joe has chatted to you Be assured that I am getting better We are in Genoa at present Milan tomorrow I drowned in my own happiness Which was rather odd I write the following each evening in my diary And give it Joe to lock away A feeling of nothingness…

I once dated a chap from Iceland Who told me that the arctic wastes Reminded him that God exists One is faced with a wilderness Yet it is full of love Josephine x

i am sitting in the foyer of the theatre apart from the front of house it is deathly quiet a gaggle of kids learning their craft break the silence they are giggling and energetic full of hope for the future but the future fades as it did for me i was one of those kids…

I am sitting naled In his narrow armchaie I am watching the trains pass Three coffes struggle fpr space At my feet warmth arnona pleezes me I can small gis habd on my cunt Although he has gone to work My bush feels sticky matter hair I needed a bath an hour ago The only…

I am aware of what Joe is doing He is healing me Joe is a healer I know that I am unwell Joe is the poet But my poetry Is the equal of his And he welcomes it He has brought me to Italy A country he knows well I am on his journey He…

I take photographs of webcams From all around the world As they interest me greatly I see faces and situations When ascending the stairs My porcelain dolls remain On your wooden shelf

Valley upon valley of these monsters slaughtered What an amazing site beholds my eye You have two choices Sarrio A sword or a gun Each will finish you I pulled out a pistol And shot the commandant in the eye His head exploded Blood ran down the walls I Am Sarrio Never forget that name…