Stuart Miller-Osborne

About an hour ago I was sitting high on Dane John Reading To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf My edition was illustrated by a detail from a painting by Laura Knight On the Edge of the Cliff showed a young woman staring into the blue sea below I could not see the sea from my […]

Your task is not to seek for love  But merely to seek and find  All the barriers within yourself  That you have built against it    I feel love in all my thoughts No matter how small Yet barriers still remain As if forged in invisible fires   I am aware of these walls But […]

The fun starts as soon as you enter these gates  There were no gates As they were still in Rotterdam Somebody had already defaced the poster Free Auschwitz Tours Buy your Tickets Now  It was only days old but the so called artists had arrived I stood at the minimalist bus stop at the entrance […]

I painted the begging platform red today I had been meaning to do this for a number of months I have just watched a Canadian film on television Things will never be the same again   The Burning Lake Flannahan’s sister has been known to dance topless In the yard of the bungalow that I […]

Selecta Hector wretched defecktor How does your garden gro go go You are going to be at the Queen Today Which is an inn in South Hampstead   You can take Annie Hair-Hair there As I am quite busy painting this poem On two the old station wall hall Saul Saul Sam Hector magic defektor […]

On the 17th March 2022 The Flying Scotsman Visited Canterbury for the first time The sun was high and bright In a wide spring blue sky But the wind was keen and rather cool It was a happy and joyous occasion Much loved by all those who attended   I have included this description In […]

Do you like men Of course I do So do I Anna I like being held in a mans arms Or having his rigid cock inside me I do not think any woman is exclusively a dyke I agree most if not all women are bisexual That has been addressed many times A good man […]

So soft your smooth skull So pleasing to the touch I knew you once intimately You looked into my eyes with love But now their voids howl at me   I am meditating before I sleep The room is dark yet candle friendly My muffled memories haunt my thoughts What scented emblems have you left […]

If reality becomes too much for you Then retreat into your imagination It is a quite comfortable place Where you can even scores Or be as kind as you wish   I have done some terrible things Within the distance of my imagination But at other times I have possessed the gentleness of God I […]

I purchased a beautiful Spanish Lady today A Spanish Lady with a small wooden guitar She dates I believe from the nineteen-sixties A scruffy toy from a souvenir shop in Southern Spain When I met her she was dry dusty and tasted damp I gave her a gentle lavender shower And left her in the […]