Stuart Miller-Osborne

I slipped in my anti depressants today The one that showed my dark areolas I wore it with my kangaroo silk pants My father was a colourist from Scotland

A stag of migrant birds Crossed the early sky You were unaware As you were dreaming Léopoldine

A few years ago I had a panic attack In a lift We were five floors up When it began to shudder Since then I have avoided lifts Either I do not travel Or take the stairs This makes life more difficult But at least I stay calm This is almost absurd in its performance […]

It travels everywhere with me We share everything It sees what I see I share all my secrets With this camera It is almost as if we are married

I caught you spying on me Ben Davis As I lay in my morning bath This pleased Leonie As you now knew That I was a natural blonde Erotic Poems of Summer

The railway slices one of our most famous cornfields in half vandalism yes but I do enjoy watching the city trains pass on warm summer evenings

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