Stuart Miller-Osborne

The shifting red sands always return My hut is never clear no matter my toil When the winds change my home is almost hidden I fear slow suffocation but sleep very well

I am no longer alone  People are passing my hut in great numbers Yet none speak to me Am I witnessing the end of history

I feel that I have slept for a number of years As the desert that surrounds my hut is mostly green Mysterious birds circle quietly in the moist skies And delicate perfumes bewitch my senses

At night if there is a bright moon the sands of the desert turn blue The result is quite beautiful and it is often the last thing I see before I sleep I have isolated myself in this simple hut as I have grown tired of the world My hut can be quite cold at […]

We are moving house and today I was sorting out our photographs into boxes it was a long job as we have recorded our lives in intimate detail I found one photograph which showed you running across the concourse at Paddington Station You were wearing your red hipster trousers which you lost in Greece I […]

I am due to fight a duel but I do not know my opponent Descriptions vary from a tall and dark man with a beard To a slightly older man with softer eyes but similar features I am told that certain mirrors hold a clue But I am yet to discover their true reflections Tomorrow […]

My wife was sitting by the window writing The Shifting Sands of Carbis Bay It was her sixth book of verse in just three years Caron was wearing a white blouse blue jeans and a pair of navy sneakers During the warmer months she would often compose naked But today was cooler with a harsh […]

I often answer questions in a sotto voce manner This sometimes irritates people But deep down I do not give a fuck about them As I am genuinely not that interested in life I let it pass me by without much conflict And whether people like or hate me means little I am far more interested in […]

I have a green ice hockey player embroidered on one of my socks This has only recently come to my attention These socks were given to me by my wife just over a year ago   I was once a world famous ice hockey player Although I never learnt to skate with ease Quite how […]

I first met Annie Agatha in an old bookshop She greeted me and that was it Jones the owner said that he had met her In the street outside when she asked him for a job Annie Agatha had a shock of black hair But was ordinary to look at and slightly plump She lived […]