Stuart Miller-Osborne

Tomorrow I am travelling to Milan with a transgender flea I do not envisage any problems with our lovemaking  

I have a friend called Robert who died in a boating accident seventeen years ago We often meet up for coffee   I have a pet Dodo which I have called Christine although its birth name is David   My father is blind He was once a world famous artist I still pose for him […]

  Towers by the River (or Sea) Within the pale blue coldness I see the warmth of her beauty Ignore the rapid reds They are only humours She wants me to stay But I am aware of her games   Vermilion Towers    You write to me noting That you are a prisoner In an […]

In a waste bin near the British Museum I found your manuscript It had been in the receptacle Undiscovered For over a century and a half When I told you of my discovery You asked me to post it to you In exchange for a portrait  

Mary and I lay on the crisp white sheets Of the bed in our hotel room There was a small yellow stain On the sheet But we did not care Behind the wall near to the top of our bed We heard an elevator thunder by It was rising rapidly Towards the twenty-eighth floor The […]

Ash Vale & I sleep in separate beds as I work days & she works nights  

A storm passed over my house Just over an hour ago It reminded me That I had forgotten how to grieve But now thankfully I have stories to tell  

I have a photograph of Vincent and Virginia on my writing desk. The photograph dates from the inter-war period And was taken at the time When I finally lost contact with them Virginia was wearing a pale blue dress Drawn by a belt at the waist Vincent was wearing a casual suit A pale shirt […]

Five Mute Swans Flew quietly into a snowstorm They were on their way to Greenland The sea was far below them And they were accompanied For most of their journey By the small ships That shared their names  

You slide like a snake Across my sleeping body We had danced together that evening But had not touched I only touch you in my silent dreams