Stuart Miller-Osborne

Many years ago when we were camping by the sea My cousin Susan showed me her bare arse as she was leaving the tent To this day I do not know why she did so Although the blackberry trees were in bloom at the time   I am stretched on a deserted beach My cousins […]

I was given a small pop up tent for my birthday It was illuminated by a single hanging lamp When you no longer see the leaping deer It is a clear sign that winter is near The high path no longer shows us the way And natures perfumes have begun their decay  

I was minding my own business When a wasp attacked me for no reason I was wounded but survived the burning sting   A week later when I had fully recovered I attacked their hideout with a number of hired guns The shootout was short and many of the wasps were killed   Only one […]

I dreamt that I was on a bus pissing on my seat My fellow passengers were horrified And a woman called me a madman But the bus driver was sympathetic And said that everybody dreams   I was chasing a chicken around an empty swimming pool But could not catch it without a net A […]

Leonora Gaze When Leonora looks through the skylight She expects to see the sky But that is not the case As she only sees the reflection Of her central bed   Leonora Waits for a Bus  Leonora is waiting for a bus It is raining hard And she is getting wet As there is no […]

Isabelle please forgive me As I have not thought about you For many months   Others have replaced you In my fictions Which says a lot about me   You were mentioned in a journal Some days ago And I felt my white guilt return        

Natter’s lighthouse is now automated And the mermaids crofts are long gone Natter is buried in the light yard Nattershone Nattershone Nattershone

Natter Nay was a lighthouse keeper It was the only life he knew He shared his many shifts with a mermaid   She covered for him when he travelled to the mainland Which gave him a great pleasure as the was very beautiful With long golden hair and impressive breasts   Through his mermaid he […]

During the periods of my confinement I often make blush lavender cakes So that I am not forgotten   Being trapped in a lighthouse Is not much fun As everything smells of fish   Including the beautiful and alluring mermaids  

I am walking on a path towards a lake I intend to swim But I feel that the water will be too cold In 1928 my parents sailed with me to India Where my father had considerable business interests My name is Julia My sister is also called Julia I have not seen her for […]