Stuart Miller-Osborne

On the 29th of May 2016 I wrote a short story called Female Homosexuality The story was about two thousand words long and was an account of a gigolo named Kane As I wrote the story I became less and less impressed by his immoral behaviour So I removed his pages from my pad and […]

There was a storm developing to the east of my town It had already created havoc In Central Europe But all I could hear was the music The Music of England   On the cliffs the red thunderflowers Danced furiously in the wind And watched as the waves lashed the single beach There was music […]

In the low houses That surrounded the tall stone church Children chased the scudding clouds Of their dreams   Whilst their wild eyed mothers Trapped the tender scents Of the mad lilac trees And bottled them in their summer jars   On the roads of Lelant Tired men gazed at the verdant hills These slopes […]

In the limp breezes of the evening People walk their beloved dogs Who chase the spring rabbits Into their deep burrows   Trains pass without difficulty   And you and I share ale With the misty day moon As we admire the return Of the migrating birds    

Jimmy Pride and Arlene were driving north to avoid the heat of the summer They did this every year In early June As they were both albinos Jimmy Pride was also a police detective Who specialised in investigating crimes against albinos He had been woefully unemployed During the previous year But this was about to […]

The town is tranquil Only a few people have ventured out They are aware of the flat clouds That threaten rain Near to the white horse A sage of publicans have gathered Splendid in their green velvet suits  

The girl of the fields was quite beautiful But she had dirty hands And filthy nails Martin and I sat on a nearby wall And watched her work She was aware of our idleness But did not comment One day I will teach her English He said I will educate her as I have educated […]

This afternoon whilst resting I dreamt that I was in modern Chile Riding on a low rollercoaster With an injured pigeon And travelling in the general direction of Swansea  

We were lying next to each other in our centre bed Having just made love with an enormous passion A bead of sweat ran from your excited breast And lost itself in our loving sheets   The river that ran next to our erotic cottage Was playing tricks with the sensuous light And we watched […]

Steve was in bed with Jane The were watching Real Madrid playing Barcelona Real Madrid were winning by two goals to nil During the night Steve raked his studs down Jane’s shin And received a straight red card Jane was so disgusted with the tackle That she demanded a transfer to Las Palmas A few […]