Stuart Miller-Osborne

I decided to end it all So I lay in a muddy field And dreamt of home

J’ai décidé de me suicider. Mais j’ai failli tuer un Noir à la place.

The beach house had no address Some passing called it Bleu de Californie But this name was seldom used It was owned by the actress Rivktoria 

Rivktoria summered at the beach house Which sat on top of a sandy dune It was surrounded by thin yet deep grasses Which gave it a feel of a false enclosure Far away from any reality That she had ever known

I frequently rise from my warm bed Where I am very safe And sit in a badly lit bus shelter On the edge of the forest It is a dangerous place to be after dark And I am often approached By those considering harm

I have seventeen friends Who allow me to film them As I enjoy recording time

Only red apples grow in my three orchards Which is a little odd as I planned other varieties These apples are very sweet and memorable It must be something to do with the volcanic soil

High above the Skriffen Roks A solitary bungalow stands alone From a distance it looks empty But it is in fact a holiday home I stayed there with my wife Five summers ago as we required a break Although the bungalow seems remote The lights of other coastal towns Can be seen in the distance […]

Occasionally I pass through the station Where Butterfield’s used to have a bookstall Whilst still standing its function has now radically changed It is no longer a retail unit situated on platform three But a place where redundant equipment is often stored Deep in history and thousands of trains into my past I met a […]

What are you doing Tess and why are you naked I am dancing with the Pseudoscorpions What I am dancing with the Pseudoscorpions Why are you naked as it is freezing outside Because I will soon take a bath What is it with these scorpions Pseudoscorpions There is a difference Yes pseudoscorpions eat bed bugs […]