Stuart Miller-Osborne

Shall we not rightly die both by one sword and one tomb keep us both, one cedar box? Clotilde looked at the lighthouse which was located across the bay Laurent was swimming in the shallow waters Would you like to see me as an Amazon? Her brother did not answer He had found a mermaid […]

Rex was sitting in the olive damask chair He was reading I see the King has passed away at last I thought he was dead No he died yesterday His most gracious Majesty King George 111 expired on Saturday evening at 35 minutes past 8 o’clock Thus ended a course of personal suffering long and […]

When living in the farmhouse Frederick always considered the possibilities Of the kinetic hills Although the rake trees And the bay leopards Soothed his initial hostility  

The train was travelling at maximum speed Electron 2.4 The passengers in my carriage Were feeling a little uncomfortable Tap From behind the false wall Hiding the WC There was a tapping Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap People began to get nervous  I think there is going to be an ATTACK by Red Indians I […]

In the distance an oval bird Whistled in the damp darkness But I did not wake As I knew the night to be shapeless  

I had arranged to meet Lux Amour On the bench next to the electronic poetry wall Between the two railway stations   As soon as she arrived I read my poem aloud Into the red ribbed speaker   I would like to stay With Amal K During May Said Ray   Who is Amal K? […]

My friend and I shared a simple breakfast Of mulled mincemeat moss and wine I complimented her on her orange gown And added that I would feel honoured If she invited me to board One of her blue sailing ships  

When I returned from the fields I found Lux Amour Crouching naked In the corner of the room She was attempting to find the seven silver spiders And was being watched by her mother and two brothers I did not pause to speak as I passed her  

Hope sat by the open window Reading a book She was wearing a flowing orange gown With blue sailing ships Neatly spaced at intervals A chill breeze swept through the small room But Hope did not close the window Instead she watched the moon As it moved rapidly In and out of the string clouds […]

caught the next train to manchester as she was late for a citizens meeting