Stuart Miller-Osborne

My mother died in October and since then I have floated alone in a fog so dense that I am unable too see my direction I am in Paris again as I am curating a small exhibition of photographs of the city between the wars In a way I am glad to be away from […]

Molly and Monika had been friends since they were both involved in the Aachen derailment in March 2006 They had been sitting opposite each other when the train derailed and Molly was thrown forward into Monika’s arms This saved her life as if she had not been caught by the timid shop assistant then she […]

A famous novelist who has met my beautiful wife now lives in the house Where a doomed poet once spent some of his summer days This house is not far from a pool named after another poet who died in Greece in 1824 It was here that the poet shocked a fragile writer with his […]

Where were you in sixty-three Tony Were you fucking your girlfriend Pretty Carole Dee Of course none of this applied to me For I was then a wee boy of nine Who adored the sea

Ladybirds write songs Celebrating their quiet love Of early spring days

Two girls with bright green hair Were walking up a shallow hill When a green train Passed over a green bridge It was travelling at speed towards the green fields I was wearing a green cotton shirt And standing in front of a green shop May is the greenest of all the months

Is not my name Morphia takes away my pain I write homo-erotic verse And carry a red silk purse

Holding Hands We were walking through our town Holding hands Nobody took any notice of us They never do Is this the most innocent of gestures Now becoming commonplace   Masturbation We are together on our afternoon bed My hand is on your wet cunt Yours is on my stiff cock We are masturbating each […]

As I walk around my fields I often think about poetry I am a gentleman farmer or a landowner if you will My staff run my farm for me and in turn they live on my estate I love the people that I employ and treat them more as friends The history of my family […]

Tin Cup My only possession is a tin cup Which I keep close to me As it contains all the ills of the world It is also not as attractive as Pandora Who is quite Nordic in appearance   Breaking Curfew I travelled undercover to a nearby town Disguised as a foreign spy My deception […]