Stuart Miller-Osborne

The low cattle and hidden sheep Gazed at the featureless farms Without activity Night crows considered The soft sculptures That populated the bare fields And chatted energetically with each other

As the train sped through the Wiltshire fields I watched the hills as they slowly darkened Their green hues faded quietly As the evening light evaporated The day was now quite benign No battles were being fought

I hate that new sculpture  What sculpture The one that is supposed to celebrate Mary Wollstonecraft Have you seen it No I have as I travelled to Newington Green yesterday And I was totally shocked Why Because she had a cauliflower between her legs A cauliflower Yes Why were you so offended by a cauliflower…

I have lived in the desert for nearly ten years after after living in a city all my life The reason that I took this decision is still unclear to me as sometimes I miss people There is a hippy commune about fifty miles away and a few times a year some of them check…

I had awoken early because of the heat and sat on the balcony looking at the sky Dawn was not far away and was beginning to illuminate my garden A gentle breeze was creating calm ripples in the swimming pool And the children’s pirate flag was fluttering above their summer house What are you thinking…

Si vous etes libre j’aimerais vous inviter a diner I am free and I will be happy to see you again   Pour appeler les pompiers faites le 18 I am a careful cook and do not take chances   Le reunion de famille a lieu dimanche I will see you there   L’ equipe…

Although the day was hot I could feel the summer drawing to a close The trees and bushes were beginning to display a brittle tiredness And the sea grasses looked dull in the low light of the afternoon From the coastal path I could see that the tide had retreated Leaving the wide expanses of…

For most of his adult life Tommy Parker wore a fez He was wearing it when he was hit by the train And although Tommy was spread over many counties The fez survived and was sold at auction soon after To a gentle man from Marseilles I am that man and I walk the streets…

I am a diamond and reflect everything But I have no existence or substance Yet I am cherished by women Which cannot be a bad thing For someone as selfish as I am     Stephen Masefield (1970)

I should have really taken notice of the obvious They had presented themselves to me all week But I ignored them and travelled to the big city At first things went well and I felt fine And then little by little I began to sweat Until it was dripping from my hair and running down…