Stuart Miller-Osborne

For the night train to arrive It is raining steadily Puddles are developing On exposed platform tiles People are vanishing into obscurity Shadows under white neon lights The air is cooling on the hour My station is fading into darkness It is not expected to recover

As soon as I woke up I could see that Donal Had covered the cottage table with the pages Of his tormented manuscript which numbered one hundred I was wearing only a vest and he touched my flower As I brushed past him there were tears in his eyes There were always tears in his […]

Why do you have so few books on your poetry shelf It is because I adore poetry Do you write poetry Yes Published Yes Have I read any of your books I doubt it Why Because you are blind I ask again why only two books Because that is all I need What is the […]

Why do you have so few books on your poetry shelf It is because I adore poetry Do you write poetry Yes Published Yes Have I read any of your books I doubt it Why Because you are blind I ask again why only two books Because that is all I need What is the […]

they are all around us they are in alleys on sidewalks on passing trains they can be seen on the brightest of days and the thickest of nights ghosts have been known to haunt commercial divers in the depths of the bay and military pilots high in the blue they are everywhere yet are nowhere […]

My father is a famous writer He belonged to what was termed The Kitchen Sink School I have always admired his work Like many he came to London From a decaying northern city And exchanged his vacancy For another vacancy This was long before I was born We watched a newsreel recently Which dealt with […]

My long time girlfriend Is an actress named Tazzle McLean Who is known for her Shakespearean roles During the summer she was Miranda at the National But she is currently resting As we are expecting our first child She is one of three sisters who are all actresses On Saturday we popped along to the […]

She was burnt at the stake For heresy and witchcraft In the English colony of Ireland Her life portrait hangs on my wall I often refer to her as  La Femme Parfaite

I had just visited the top of my house To retrieve some important papers When I noticed a spinning orb High above the main staircase It seemed to be half filled with violet water With a confusion of coloured rays trapped within Petronilla of Meath She was burnt at the stake For heresy and witchcraft […]

During my time as a journalist I met the terrorist Margit Kauffman on a number of occasions She had led an incredibly violent life And killed political opponents without thought When she was cornered she killed a couple of cops Before being captured and cruelly assaulted Margit Kauffman had been incarcerated for over six years […]