Stuart Miller-Osborne

Ventnor from a Window On a broken hoarding a small poster advertises without subtlety a film about a nymphomaniac   A barefoot woman in a scruffy green coat writes The daffodils are now in decline on the writhing bodies with a marker pen and wets herself again   Later in her only room she sits […]

I sketched Caron naked in the bath at the Victoria Art Gallery   In Bath I sketched Caron naked at the Victoria Art Gallery    

Alice and Arnold took the road through the village The black hunched cottages became illuminated by the bright clouds As they drifted towards the delicate hills    

The Bristol Bus Waited patiently in Bath As it prepared for its journey Green was its choice of colour As it prepared for its journey Waited patiently in Bristol The Bath Bus    

The South Eastern prospect of Bath can be seen from the South West by the residents of the North    

read the good book each Sunday they copied it on to magnolia leaves using a fine point pen    

Naked I stood naked On the diving board Six metres above the pool In my anxiety I had forgotten my trunks   Thirty-four people Were laughing at me One was solemn A priest Who explained That we are naked in God’s eyes    Judith and Martha Visit the Municipal Pool   After watching movies All […]

If a poet finds a small slab of marble outside of a country inn it is likely that he will carve his muse before the wain of the next moon    

The light that occurs under piers disturbs me as I find the wasted shot of battleships rusting beneath my feet    

Nicol – Pavratelli looked out of the window that faced the bay. His model sat lazily in the soft chair almost asleep The artist had not worked for almost an hour He just stared at the vivid waters of the bay totally ignoring the village girl. Her outline filled the canvas but it was not […]