Stuart Miller-Osborne

You sent me a photo of yourself Reading Henry Miller On the Left Bank I told you it was not original And rather cliched You sent me postcard Stained with tears I sent you a postcard Stained with blood It was hard to discover Who was apologising

I live remotely in the country My cottage is surrounded by fields With only a narrow lane Leading to a once busy road The area is quite haunted As creatures of the years past Can be found in the quiet meadows My favourite is the ghost hare Which can be seen just before nightfall Glowing […]

Joe Yes Josie Why did you not meet me for coffee Because you did not answer my text I did not receive a text from you Here it is Sept 15 2023 at 1023 Joe read it 2 me Josie I am going up a mountain with a goat You have never really come to […]

I had been walking For quite a while Under a slang sunset I was lost Hopelessly lost When I chanced Upon two EMO girls Sitting on a fallen tree One was dressed briefly In a white camisole top And matching shorts Whereas the other Was wearing a goth tee shirt And damaged black jeans Both […]

I am racked with a total guilt Each time I pass these shells White raw and vacant Under a bleached sun I am responsible for this pyreThis is my lasting conviction

As warm as a summers day yet decaying This beautiful little town is betraying its season The small beaches are populated but very calm And the sea is flat and at peace with itself Colourful summer dresses are on display Which add to the gentleness of the day I am collecting bleached oyster shells Which […]

There are many politicians that I do not care for To these liars cheats and thieves I dedicate this poem If I were to commit suicide I would like to share it with you

This summer has been very hot It is likely to be the hottest on record Like many I have been outdoors For as long as I could be That was until last week When I saved a woman From being hit by a speeding car But I was injured myself I broke my leg It […]

Gail and George Auschwitz lived at the above address In a small company town on the edge of the Nevada Desert George was an architect who specialised in designing Small towns such as Nevada Springs and Falling Water Due to a riding accident Gail was unable to have children Which caused her unhappiness she as […]

A few days ago I awoke one morning With a strong feeling That I wanted to be grounded in existence Or the experience of existence So I rang my best friend Ruth And suggested that we might masturbate together We had done this before facing each other Naked in the box room which doubled as […]