Stuart Miller-Osborne

I frequently rise from my warm bed Where I am very safe And sit in a badly lit bus shelter On the edge of the forest It is a dangerous place to be after dark And I am often approached By those considering harm

I have seventeen friends Who allow me to film them As I enjoy recording time

Only red apples grow in my three orchards Which is a little odd as I planned other varieties These apples are very sweet and memorable It must be something to do with the volcanic soil

High above the Skriffen Roks A solitary bungalow stands alone From a distance it looks empty But it is in fact a holiday home I stayed there with my wife Five summers ago as we required a break Although the bungalow seems remote The lights of other coastal towns Can be seen in the distance […]

Occasionally I pass through the station Where Butterfield’s used to have a bookstall Whilst still standing its function has now radically changed It is no longer a retail unit situated on platform three But a place where redundant equipment is often stored Deep in history and thousands of trains into my past I met a […]

What are you doing Tess and why are you naked I am dancing with the Pseudoscorpions What I am dancing with the Pseudoscorpions Why are you naked as it is freezing outside Because I will soon take a bath What is it with these scorpions Pseudoscorpions There is a difference Yes pseudoscorpions eat bed bugs […]

I arrived at the ice-club at 16:00 Wearing an orange sweater and faded jeans My name is Petra And I work In the confectionery kiosk On the second floor

Demise is recovering on her bed She is totally naked With her back facing me I have taken twenty-nine photographs Of her bare back Photomontage x 29

About a month before the audition I took LSD which fucked me up At a party in West London I jumped out of a first floor window And broke my ankle believing that I could fly I explained that I had received the injury Whilst playing football in Portugal My audition was successful And I […]

I no longer know if I wish to drown myself In Love Vodka or the Sea Who said that Joe Kafka What would be your choice Well I do not drink And hate vodka We are currently at sea So I could drown myself But I would rather drown Between both of you On our […]