Stuart Miller-Osborne

I walked across a market square Its stones bathed summer pale Everything was pleasing to my eye I was barefoot and could feel the town Singing merrily beneath my feet

I try to like them But this is hopeless I try to tolerate them But I find them Beyond toleration I consider myself Totally unfair But know that I am being very fair They are totally different to me If I was going to make a comparison I would compare salt with sugar They might […]

My apartment has splendid views Of the nearby airport I am a baggage handler My wife is a nurse Our city is very cold Due to its proximity To the arctic circle It is all part of our existence I worry about the iced planes Landing near our apartments Many share my thoughts About dreadful […]

Whenever she was in Paris Olga would sleep on a studio floor Covered only by a scruffy sheet After a rough cold shower She would select her tools And start her working day

I have been disappointed By these hot summer days They promised so much

How often do sunsets Bring an intense happiness This is false Why is decay being celebrated

The world is nothing Beauty stimulates It stimulates ones eyes When beauty fades The world fades Into an infinite night

Walking waist deep in yellow fields These are our dust dreams You just drive me crazy Océane

You vanished many years ago In July July the 23rd We had agreed to meet on platform two However your train did not show up (I learnt later that it had arrived on platform six) (there is no platform six) Friends do not normally vanish I thought you had suffered an accident But there was […]

I have always preferred to embrace The Nordic Types I am married to a grey eyed blonde But we are often distressed at the corruption Of our soft childhood memories