Stuart Miller-Osborne

We lay on our bed in alignment with the stars The light from the moon flooded into our room From that night forward we became known as the pale lovers But often we were so radiant in front of the sun   You watch me dress into my worldly clothes I am visiting our shared […]

I complained to that fella About my umbrella And he told me to speak to A dead fruit seller Who sold me a ticket And proceeded to click it In a most aggressive way These are some examples of the lazy staccato rhyme that I wrote whilst travelling from Dartmouth to Brixham in South Devon […]

William and Abbey always took their holidays in January as it was considerably cheaper On the second day they both looked out to sea from their apartment Abbey spotted an Albatross on a small rock What is a Golden Number ? It is a number indicating the position of the year in the Metonic Cycle […]

Thoughts on the Distant Aspect of Dartmouth Castle From my vantage I can see you guarding the entrance of the Dart I overlook its safe estuary Ships are moored Away from the winter storms You have given refuge to them all without enquiry   The days of the azure waters are far away Maybe they […]

Today I purchased a plastic puzzle A portrait of Frida Kahlo Cut into squares I accepted that I was at liberty To move these squares But felt ill at ease With her disfigurement  

I would like them to make their short trips Without authority I would like them to extinguish their lights After dark I would like them to ban cars and foot passengers On Tuesdays And travel unhindered to the far shores of my empire  

Reflections in a Brass Kettle We are facing a brass kettle A large fire burns to our left I am considering its ashes My partner is stroking the doomed logs The brass kettle has averted its gaze In sympathy   Mr Sun Mr Sun share my jail ale For my journey is now complete  

I had been in the jungle for five days after escaping from the prison camp and was living on rainwater and fruits that I recognised My grey prison uniform was in tatters and I had been bitten a number of times and the poisons along with my malnutrition were weakening me Late in the afternoon […]

Some consider you ugly Your beauty betrayed by the rawness of this barren month But your slender figure is still garlanded By my necklace of precious stones  

Marcia Marseille et moi Marcia and I were sitting on the sofa at the end of the world watching Olympique Marseille play Guingamp The score was 2-1 Marseille had opened the scoring after eight minutes but Guingamp had equalised from the spot after thirty-four But Marseille had taken the lead again four minutes later from […]