Stuart Miller-Osborne

Josie Joe Here is a clip of film from many years ago What do you notice The fashions Not just the fashions The cars No not the cars or the buildings or the colour of the dog shit What am I supposed to notice Joe The size of the people How many fat people can […]

There was an item on the BBC recently About homeless people in large cities It was a typical biased BBC report But they dropped an absolute clanger As they reported that most of these people Were not born in the UK Far from it There is such an obvious answer To this problem But it […]

Why are you smiling Gill I was just thinking What would your parents think If they came into this room Would they be shocked Whatever for I am in bed with the person I love Who just happens to be a woman What does Rex think of me He thinks the world of you Really […]

It is a known fact That ripe apples Fall more frequently During storms It is a known fact  That locust  Sing loudly  During storms 

I was swimming in the sea off of Cap Ferrat When I spotted a topless woman on a beach Yet it was not her nudity that attracted me But her tattoos of which there were many Most were pretty ordinary but the one On her lower back greatly unnerved me As it was my likeness […]

What are you doing I am reading a biography Of F Scott Fitzgerald Did he write it No that would Have been an autobiography It was written By a number of insects Living in the rotting trunk Of an old tree I did not know That insects had such a capacity for language Neither did […]

A journey awaits It is a journey That I must make It is far more beautiful Than I could have ever imagined I can see the thin mists Of the universe Swirling in a deep light That get brighter and brighter As I travel towards its source I am experiencing So many raw emotions That […]

The still of our night Was suddenly broken By the sound of Klezmer Music Echoing through the Alpine valleys My wife and I rose from our beds And danced lightly on the wooden floors Our night white shirts white in the tight moonlight The duality of our steps although rapid Created no disturbance And the […]

My great uncle was named George Miller He was born in 1920 and died violently in 1944 During the D Day landings in Northern France I am led to believe that he was killed instantly By machine gun fire as he waded waist deep In the sea after leaving the landing craft George was married […]

I would like to travel on a spaceship Designed solely for poets As you can guess We would never arrive As the journey is more important Than the destination