Stuart Miller-Osborne

Of late I have been touting my literary archive around some of the worlds most prestigious universities Most of them have told me to fuck off as my archive is of no interest to them They tell me that I have more chance of walking on the moon Than becoming a poet This has upset […]

Julie wrote the poem Family of Colours which was attributed to me She wrote the poem in French but her grip of the language is lighter than mine Julie also used the pen name Agnes Denis Agnes Denis does not exist I suppose I should correct myself here as there are likely to be a […]

I hoover whilst wearing my boiler suit I clean the bathroom in the nude I garden in my battered dungarees And am a great fan of wholesome food

Mon père a une chemise rouge Ma mère a une chemise verte Ma sœur a une chemise violette Mon frère a une chemise blanche Je ne possède pas de chemise   Agnes Denis 2020  

I woke up drunk in a field last summer And although I felt like shit I was able to appreciate the tender pink flowers That surrounded my sorry station How I admired the beauty of that lovely morning There were soft white clouds in the young sky And the sun had just emerged from the […]

I always carry a book of your poems with me My sister is a philosopher But we do not communicate I have sent her a number of your books But I do not think that she reads them  

I have revealed many secrets to you But you have told the trees They are watching me as I lay on my bed I feel that they know me intimately

I am standing near you with only my pink and blue robe protecting my modesty But you are no longer interested in me as you have been seduced by the moon     After the painting Night Watch by Nigel Van Wieck 

You have always been slightly hidden Catherine By the genius of your husband Your city tombstone has William nearer to Heaven And you nearer to God’s soil   But this was not deliberate as we are all in the shadows of his greatness Whether we acknowledge it or choose not to feel his love   […]

Down the Line Catherine was sitting on the sweaty train Waiting for it to depart There was no breeze and the air was stale As it is in the city during the summer months In a week she would be in Cape Cod with her partner Her parents would fuss over them And the thought […]