Stuart Miller-Osborne

She was sitting awkwardly on sea broken steps As I stood staring at a candle in the night sky It was shining brightly over a quickening sea

There was evidence of the recent storms Much had changed since I was last here Jane had just finished her first watercolour She was sitting awkwardly on sea broken steps As I stood staring at a candle in the sky It was shining brightly over a quickening sea 02/03/26

It was during one of these holidays That I produced a painting And a number of sketches Of my second cousin Susan I had asked her to stand fully naked In the middle of an empty room And only relax her rigid pose When the sun shadows began to move

Whenever I went on holiday I always took three items A sketch pad a notebook And my childhood camera As I had a burning desire To record the passing of time

Look at you skinny boy You have lost so much weight You can take a break There is no need for obsession When I saw the nurse For my peach pill review She said I was a fat cunt And that I needed to lose weight That was unfair of her As I just want […]

At about noon on March the 1st 1978 A call was received from a Mrs April Purse Noting that a woman had been stabbed By an unknown assailant in front of her house Five policeman were immediately sent to the scene On arrival they found a woman barely conscious Being attended to by Mrs Purse […]

I am blind but my eyes Create each of my words Many of my friends Have told me that this Is my greatest gift

On the day before My nineteenth birthday I plucked a pink petal From the Never tree As a souvenir of my home Twenty years later My son now an American GI Returned to my tree But found nothing there It had been totally destroyed A village girl named Rosa Pressed a living white petal Into […]

On the 3rd of June 1976 a prominent but unnamed politician Was found dead in a dingy hotel room in Gdansk The cause of death was an ice pick That had penetrated his left eye A known homosexual he was last seen In the company of slight dark haired youth Initially the killing was hushed […]

On the 5th of August 1970 at three in the afternoon Vera Kowalewska was walking along a hot street in Warszawa The heat and a series of late nights had made her drowsy And she suddenly tripped and fell violently to the ground The fall caused her to become disorientated for a moment As she […]