Stuart Miller-Osborne

During the current hot weather My brother Stephen showers me With the help of his girlfriend Stefanie Their idea of showering is to place My wheelchair under the shower As they share a bath and fool around I am not in the least offended As it beings me great pleasure To witness their summer games […]

the flower was wilting in the scalding gutter it now sleeps in a water filled jar

it was so hot yesterday that my city stopped moving the temperatures by the sea were the equivalent or near it was where a jigsaw puzzle floated in a green and white beach bag blue

My mother always forgot my birthdays It was an easy date to remember The First of June I was her only daughter She remembered all other birthdays Even my cousins received cards But my mat remained vacant This has confused me for many years

I am enjoying this summer So very much That I have decided to abandon Autumn Winter and Spring In an hour I will be painting quietly Where the ripe lemons sleep This is my reality

This is a unashamedly erotic poem Even if it is a poem at all My wife is named Jane She likes the hot weather And teases me Without mercy As the day matures She walks around Either naked Or partially dressed A white gossamer blouse Worn without thought Subtle hints of the treasures within I […]

I had a most unusual experience yesterday When diving on the wreck of the Esmerelda I became separated from the school And surfaced in the swimming pool Of Mrs and Mrs Menzies Campbell Much to the surprise of their daughter Roberta who was also known as Bobbie By all those unfortunate enough to know her […]

Only gold fish you must understand Mona accepted nothing inferior As she always followed the polestar

I suppose mathematically what feels like a rare occurrence Is often the inevitable outcome of and basic probabilities What the fuck does that mean Joe Work it out for yourself sis You are talking in riddles again Today I purchased a book of Tagore’s poetry It was a random find Josie I had not planned […]

You are my water wagtail Jane I have not been the same Since You pulled up your cotton dress And Displayed your perfect Bottom Just as the bees left their hive