Stuart Miller-Osborne

What are doing here Sorry I am lost Why are you lost Because I live in Paris This is not Paris I can see that Is this your swimming pool I share it with my sister Do you share your villa Yes It was bequeathed to both of us You say you are lost I […]

What are doing here Sorry I am lost Why are you lost Because I live in Paris This is not Paris I can see that Is this your swimming pool I share it with my sister Do you share your villa Yes It was bequeathed to both of us You say you are lost I […]

Once a year Edoth and Eye Travel to a naturiste resort in France For rwo weeks and a day Just to rechsargethe batteries It is a rather pleasant place And so very relaxing On each visit i rakea paperback book The Penguin Book of English Verse Just to remind me of yjr p;d cpuntru As […]

Floating On a special day Humid breezes Clouds hanging still I have received International stamps Late of their journey 15/06/25

I strolled into my summer garden  As the third hour broke  Its brilliance was caressing the horizon  I strolled into my summer garden  As the fourth hour broke  Its brilliance had touched the horizon 

I closed my mouth and spoke to you In a hundred silent ways I have collected nine onyx eggs Which I will keep in a low basket Four wooden cats Silent and highly polished

this is voyeurism and nothing else i have no time for this let us grieve and move on find out why it happened or who fucked up just do not sit there in your comfy chair and let false tears fall

The perfumes Of the fallen Rose petals Still hung in the air

Night scented stock Onyx eggs under trees Four wooden cats times four Soft dog future gift Edward Bear weary Listens to the high bells A singing bowl sings Summer blooms Sweet honey winds

The house cat asked To go out this morning As it had been scared By last nights storm