Stuart Miller-Osborne

We moved into the countryside about a year ago I am a city girl and it took me a white to adjust To help me to settle in my father bought me two tigers it was just after that I noticed that Mr East was watching me As my bedroom faced his spacious lounge At […]

I travelled by train every day And whilst most guys were respectful There were the creeps who stared at you Or worse still touched you accidentally on purpose This sickened me and I resolved to punish those offending My sisters boyfriend who was a cop suggested pepper spray Which is technically illegal but I have […]

A once beautiful mansion Ravaged by time Her bloodline tainted Julie do you think that is the best way to sell a house Possible not Mr Gregory Perhaps I should offer my collection of butt plugs Do anal With or without butt plugs I can do three at the same time Maybe How do you […]

Started as characters In my only East German poem They owned a tangerine car And frequently went camping And swam in the blue ice lake Silke’s younger sister Sonia Often photographed them at play These photographs are featured In Werner’s latest book of poems Schwimmen im see

Quite frequently in my dreams I find myself driving an ancient tangerine car It appears to be a Trabant Normally you are next to me Wearing a very short summer dress It is an East German dress Red and white in colour Whenever you wore this dress You displayed a crucifix around your neck

What are you doing Joe I am reviewing a book by Hamish Gome What is it called Author’s Day What is it about It is about many things In short it is about a Venezuelan girl called Ann who was charged with the murder of her stepfather That sounds a bundle of laughs It is […]

Silke and I have been together for twelve years Married for eight but still without issue About a month ago we found some reels of old film Home movies from our lost summer holidays How free and naked we were in the blue ice lake Did I really drive that ancient tangerine car

There was a shortage of film So I remembered real life When travelling on trains

Bunty was in bed with Des Under their stars and stripes duvet She was dreaming but awake at the same time Bunty did not like Des’s hairy back As it made him look like ann ape In return she was told her breasts were too small And she looked like a boy who was not […]

Looking into the sea Everything was desolate Two mourners on a pier Black Blue Gold and Grey