Stuart Miller-Osborne

I was walking with Finland My dog In the stray woods When I saw The last leaf of the autumn Fall from a tree Above me In the clear skies The stiff winds of winter Had begun to torment The brittle night  

Dearest Kanada Thank you so much for your photographs I am so glad that you left my only bra As a homage to James Dean The weather in London has been dreadful recently And has been killing off large numbers of bees much to my distress I have enclosed an Israeli book mark for you […]

Kanada Williams was visiting the scene of James Dean’s fatal accident She felt no emotion as she tied her friend’s bra to a nearby fence Valerie wanted to be near to her hero Other admirers had created a shrine and a variety of items were to be found A child’s whistle An apple A bottle […]

The blue flowers in my garden have died They were not expecting death Even as the days grew shorter And the winds returned They had no idea of the oblivion that awaited them   I have always envied the blue flowers in my garden  

The Red Hot Pokers overlook the harbour in Crail I can see them all from my bedroom window I live in the white house  

My injuries are healing You have taken a great interest In the vacancy of my scars   In my diary I have reported The many lovers I discovered When in battle Their frail white bodies Writhing in pleasure As their brothers died dreadfully   We too have made love in these killing fields But you […]

The feminine bridge sleeps quietly As the river slides gracefully beneath her But not all is well For in the lowlands of the city Her brothers are plotting to repossess her  

My flea has turned into a firefly And now lives in a Japanese wood I am alone in this great city Awaiting my lover  

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 […]