Stuart Miller-Osborne

On the 2nd of February 1933 Lea and Christine Papin murdered the wife and daughter of their employer at their house in Le Mans France On the 2nd of February 1924 our housemaid Saoirse shot my mother and father to death after they had dismissed her for smoking in her room I listened to the…

There are not many beach hotels still standing Some have fallen victim to the relentless sea And others have just faded from modern memory   I am sitting in the dining room of such a hotel The sea is wild and is being dominated by the February winds Only ghosts now populate this silent room…

The pillars that support the concrete bridge are not empty They are quite hollow People laugh at me when I say this They contain gangsters who fell out with other gangsters And letters from Hong Kong I was a gangster but I am no longer a gangster My driver shot me in the head in…

I was listening to Sonny and Cher on our record player when I noticed that you had chewed my index finger off whilst we were fucking You asked for forgiveness as you had no intention of disfiguring me I made light of the accidental loss of my finger by noting that I had seven more…

I am a night clerk at a beach hotel on a lonely part of an island My duties include the reception of new guests as well ensuring that all guests are cared for The main door of the hotel is locked at 12:30 and the night bell is activated and although the main desk is…

I live with my sister In a cottage facing the sea We have lived there together For a number of years In total harmony My sister has small breasts And a generous cunt Her girlfriend told me this When I fucked her last week Her girlfriend is the daughter Of the local vicar Who does…

I am resting in my frail hut Yesterdays fires smoulder The harsh winds are about to return   The black gulls have migrated Warmer islands await them They will return with the blossom

It is a little known fact that all puddles Contain a rectangular membrane That is invisible to the naked eye   Some years ago when I was returning From an auction with a bayonet Strapped to my back I cycled through a deep puddle Which caused me to fall from my frail machine The bayonet…

I often glide above the clouds To retire from my life below But I rarely leave my troubles behind As I have a morbid fear of heights

The mists of the forest shimmered in the early morning sun A monster I was shed as my form returned Staring in awe at the glow of a conquering goddess Whose smile eclipsed the woodland autumn shine To my knees I fell as she cradled misshapen physique Nights still destroying my essence Who be thee I…