Stuart Miller-Osborne

I get so wet just thinking about you   In your plush office on the one thousandth floor   I am standing here in the pouring rain   Waiting for you to cross the corporate square   You are a grade one witch bitch   Even this fucking coat is yours   I stole it […]

Where are you when I need you Charles Bronson I am on a subway train and some undesirables have entered my carriage I should not be travelling at this late hour I should be enjoying the safety of my virgin bed I just hope that they rob me and nothing else Just pull out your […]

As part of an art instillation I shower three times a day With my dog Colin My wife Mimi Showers four times a day With our cat Maurice Our installation is called Galleries in Plain Time We do not perform on Sundays As we are both lay preachers

When it rains It limits My personal space Others like the rain I am not like them

It has been a wild night With pulses of heavy rain Thrashing the already tired tree tip tops But the main feature of this stormy weather Have been the strong winds Which have gusted in excess of sixty miles per hour But this has not deterred the local squirrels Who as I write are feeding […]

Today at about three in the afternoon Just before the rains arrived I found out that all the wonders of the world Could be found in the shells of crabs   It would be imprudent of me To reveal my sources But I can confirm That I live quite near a beach  

Alison Task had been my childhood friend I could not really remember life without her Our houses were near to each other And we enjoyed each others company for many years In retrospect we shared a typical Kent childhood   About a month ago I received a letter from Alison It was the first letter […]

EAT SHIT THERE IS PLENTY OF IT TO GO AROUND EVERYTHING IS SHIT IF YOU WANT IT TO BE SHIT BUT THERE IS A SOLUTION BECOME A ROSE AND ENJOY THE AMAZING PERFUMES OF YOUR LIFE

I am currently looking at a photograph taken in the Wakayama Prefecture in Japan It shows hundreds of fireflies dancing in a bamboo forest There are no fireflies in this dining room The Spanish waiter has presented me with a book of poems by Mao Tsetung My wife has finished her starter and is listening […]

I read recently that Jeremy Corbyn Was the first leader of the labour party To sport a beard since Keir Hardie As I travelled home on train that evening I began to wish that Corbyn had more in common With his more illustrious predecessor   Saul Stein (2020)