Stuart Miller-Osborne

Against my better judgement I have a few media sites live My publisher told me that it was a good move As I am naturally quite reclusive Get out there he said Let people see the man behind the books So I with a certain dread I complied The trouble is that I am a […]

I came across the art installation as I walked down a path to the beach About thirty naked people were positioned on the rocks that overlooked the sea I recognised some of my friends but they did not acknowledge me An artist approached me and asked whether I like to be part of the installation […]

Do you realise that when a dog bites you That it does not choose a leg or an arm or any target at all It has no conception of your geography It just bites you I am a dog as when I become angry I just lash out My aim is to cause as much […]

Two women passed my beach house   Both were carrying brightly coloured surfboards   They are a mother and her daughter     What is the sea hiding today   It is so benign   There are no waves

In 1871 the famous French Symbolist poet Stephane Mallarme visited my home town of Bradford on Avon He would have come by train In the 1960s I used to play in the sand at the town’s railway station I was not aware of his visit at that time although I had begun to write poetry […]

I have been told that most memories are lost within hours But some are retained Many are trivial and one wonders of their survival Yet I remember you clearly on the bridge of your ship You were not wearing a cap due to the strength of the wind And between the storm clouds Your hair […]

La jeune dame qui marche sur la pelouse Devant l’été paré de pommes et d’appas, Quand des heures Midi comblé jette les douze, Dans cette plénitude arrêtant ses beaux pas, A dit un jour, tragique abandonnée – épouse – A la Mort séduisant son Poëte : « Trépas ! Tu mens. Ô vain climat nul ! […]

For many years it has been whispered that distressed travellers have been assisted by a girl in a white dress   As this has never happened to me I do not know whether this is true or a fanciful legend   I have seen a girl in a white dress haunting the back streets of […]

I AM STANDING ON A BEACH WITH Marie AntNTOINETTE It is an ordinary beach Fifty-one envelopes are pinned to me Each contains tufts of her pubic hair They are to be used when creating new soups Near the rocks a poet is selling a painting It is called Combat de Negres dans un Tunnel   […]

I like to read philosophy books when I am in the bath The works well when I am quite alone But it does prove difficult when my wife joins me in the bath As instead of of studying my books I just stare at her magnificent breasts She sympathises with my dilemma And often lends […]