Stuart Miller-Osborne

Ever since I was very small I have had an obsession about Scott Tracy Never a day passed without me thinking about him in his smart uniform That was until last year when a fire destroyed nearly all of my models from the television show Although I was upset at the time I have forgiven my […]

She was not particularly talented But was pretty and had a pleasant voice Luck had played a great role in her promotion She has been in the right place at the right time But she soon became aware of the terrible adoration that surrounded her And began to hide her face But she was not […]

I agreed to pose for Playboy for two reasons only This was so that young Japanese tourists Passing the Bouquinistes riverside boxes Could ignore me totally from under their parasols   Elderly but still handsome Frenchmen would also be able To politely discuss over their afternoon refreshments Whether I still made movies And whether like […]

Girlfriend Boyfriend No Friend My Friend Why are you reading poetry When we could be doing much more Soar Whore Bore Are words that rhyme But they do not make good poetry So why are you so interested in these redundant words Let us go to the beach and teach peach reach Which is not a […]

On the day that my mother died I found myself walking through a damp park In a coastal town The sky was silently weeping I asked it to abandon its grief And celebrate her life with me Before the day faded into her night

Today I purchased a book dating from 1830 from an antiques fair It was presented to me in a turquoise and grey paper bag I have not removed it from this bag As I want it to experience its own history   Seven years ago a waitress drowned in a river near my home Since […]

The Bournemouth Physicians They haunt the hills that surround this coastal town Spiderlike under the autumn trees I am reading from the Book of Hyacinths Which I found on the path that leads to the beach   The Bournemouth Physicians They haunt the thin hills that surround this coastal town Spiderlike under the autumn trees […]

I am sitting at a table not far from a small iron gate Two raven haired waitresses flit in and out of the shadows Of the shady terrace They ignore me I am fair of complexion and it is likely that I cannot be seen Against the radiance of the pale flowers Neither of the waitresses are […]

The dry autumn leaves are beginning to gather at your green door When I last visited you they were high in the summer trees But are now are scattered on the covered paths Summer has now faded And our once famous months are now nothing more than a shared memory Yet there are still pink flamingos In […]

It is said that during the middle of the harshest winter That one still thinks of the sun I have now isolated myself in a freezing hut You may ask me why I have done this to myself I have no answer