Stuart Miller-Osborne

I travelled in my time machine Back to the year 1898 And entered my studio As arranged my Italian model Was ready to pose After we finished I invited her back to 2016 She declined noting that she would turn to dust So we travelled to the Dead Sea Where we bathed in the mud […]

Goatherd Roses The blossom Sweats My transparent dress Awaits The pain giver I long for my innocent years  

Ari Before meeting Noa Ari had slept with his teacher On many occasions To gain better marks In his final exams He was very proud of his university place   Noa Clung to her virginity Despite many offers to steal it away She masturbated a great deal As not to be tempted And because of […]

I saw two women Twins Discussing gamma rays In front of a coffee house Both had boyfriends Also twins Who were purchasing Bottles of clean white air For the journey   Prince had lined up his soldiers On the wooden table In the kitchen of our house They were firing randomly At your palace The […]

I saw these birds Perched on the masts Of the final ships Alive In this land of sand Land Sand Land Sand Alive in this land of sand  

Well read But dead Dead Dead Well read But dead Dead as the migrating birds That passed silently Fleeting Sleeping Often weeping Sleeping I saw these birds Perched on the masts Of the final ships Alive In this land of sand Land Sand Land Sand Alive in this land of sand

I met these ghost-birds Who died in the Maltese skies Lies Lies Lies Lies They told me nothing but lies The silver knights In their coloured cloaks They told me lies Lies Lies Lies Nothing but lies These were the observations Of my teachers dead Well read But dead Dead Dead Well read But dead […]

The poem that I originally created for this special day perished when I accidently washed the leather purse in which the work was hidden As I had not kept a copy the contents were lost forever The poem was about a sculptor named Milkosko A freezing agent And the insects of Central Europe  

Was a play written by Kurt Vonnegut It is also the name of my wife Her birthday does not fall On the 29th of February A fact she shares With the above named playwright  

Your brother died many years ago He was part of the Dream Battalion And had been promoted Quite quickly as all the other officers were dead Until that fateful afternoon When he was shot in the head whilst drinking a cup of tea As you and I are doing now Maisie leaned forward and filled […]