Stuart Miller-Osborne

a train passes over a bridge the stars shine in the night sky

You are my hero Joe I have no other Heroes but you

At about two in the morning A brave storm woke me up I tried to sleep but without success The storm had joined me In my dreams There was a knock at the door I wandered down the stairs naked And answered the window I met a couple who had abandoned Their car by the […]

I often watch firing squads at work Wearing a blindfold The sound of the gunfire Is an orgasmic sound I sometimes bribe the captains So that I might execute politicians That I do not like Today I shot (censored) Between the eyes And was allowed to keep His bloodied blindfold Which I will use to […]

This week I will write my poems Wearing a blindfold I will create using my knowledge Of the keyboard

There is a spot in the churchyard On the brow of the hill looking towards Windsor Where I used to sit for hours and hours when a boy This was my favourite spot I have quoted from a letter penned by Byron He is writing about St Mary’s Church in Harrow I know it well […]

I found a facsimile letter from Byron to Murray dated 26th May 1822 It discusses the burial arrangements for his daughter Allegra I found this interesting letter in a book of Byron’s poetry Quite why it was copied out in such detail is a mystery to me But I give my wholehearted thanks to the […]

I have a rubbish dump At the end of my garden It backs on to my shed And my prize winning roses I can see the rubbish dump From my left bedroom window It is covered in violets And redundant washing machines My wife Violet cannot see the dump From her right bedroom window Because […]

Stragglers from an earlier 10K Bright vests low value numbers I admire these fading runners But they also irritate me As I dislike solitary activities

Collecting wild summer paths in glass jars Exploring hinterlands on soft sandy afternoons I have no intention of completion Until the days shorten and the winds chill