Stuart Miller-Osborne

Like a dancer you pose with a certain grace One of your feet is resting on the fender And the other is planted firmly on the ground   We are not travelling at present Yet we are moving rapidly Towards our destinations     After the photograph by Edward Weston

In the roar of the silence I soon shed my clothes And rolled down the dunes in an abandoned state The area was so isolated in those days And I was a great sunbather But it was not all movement and recreation As I was frequently asked to keep quite still Whilst my likeness was […]

I have laid some pretty extraordinary linoleum in the rooms of my small town house The lino that I have laid is unlike any other lino I have laid And I have been laying lino in Manchester houses and flats for over twenty years My name is John Anthony and I have two sisters Natalie […]

In the shadows of the night moon I bathed naked in the cool crisp sea My long hair floated silver in my wake And danced in the ripples of her light      

My Spanish friend Elena was waiting for me on platform six when my late train arrived She was reading El amor en los tiempos del colera and was about half way through the book I waved to her as I alighted from the train and she waved back smiling broadly The restrictions had been eased and […]

I am hanging Upside down From a horizontal bar Wearing nothing But a chemise That has accepted gravity Before attempting this exhibition I dyed my pubic hair violet As this subtle colour Has a strange interaction With the lights of the city     FYA  

You look gorgeous  I resemble shit   Discuss

During the evening of my party Ankara said to her best friend That if she went to bed with an angel Then she would wake up with a saint   I cannot say that I understood Ankara’s reasoning Said Neutral Marie As we cleaned up after the party In the I Live Others Exist kitchen […]

Hafsi Chrissie and Steve did not actually meet in any conventional way They drifted together as Hafsi loved Chrissie and Chrissie loved Steve Steve did not love Hafsi and Hafsi did not love Steve And the only thing that they had in common was that they were both fucking Chrissie This is what drew the […]

During the darkest hours That precede the dawn I hold you tightly Under the sheets And consider The smoothness Of your skin