Stuart Miller-Osborne

Time does not exist on Wednesdays No Water No Beer No Wine Is a bar opposite Barbara’s apartment I can see it from her settee Barbara was a choreographer Before her accident She is planning to return To The Company Pina When her injuries finally heal

The railway station closed down Over fifty years ago But still stands although much reduced The totems Show traces of the original location Ni go r

Is heavy with my child I can feel it moving High within the night

It was Tuesday and the city was standing still as it always did on Tuesdays Nathan was washing his hippy length hair with an Australian shampoo His father Josh owned a shop in the street of gables which sold homemade super computers It was called Ada for obvious reasons And then there was Julie super […]

I am waiting for my coach at the bus station It is due to arrive in three hours At least it will be warm as this station is very cold My journey will take just over five hours I would have caught a train but services are suspended Due to the landslips in the south […]

See that ladder on the huge tank It is over twenty metres high My brother who is without sight Once climbed to the top on an icy day He could not see the hills in the mist But explained that he could sense them When he was later arrested by the police

The thin rays of the moon Amplify these coastal horizons What makes you say that You have the most beautiful back That I have ever seen it is a total pleasure To run my fingers up and down your delicate spine Did you see my trench coat hanging from the door I did not know […]

Recently an actress Stood in the snow Wearing little more Than a blue leotard Today I purchased A Christmas doll Who I named Melissa Photographed by the C

I have only one poster on my wall It is the creature BaBa Who I admire and love My wife is unfaithful She is having an affair With a character from my latest book They both smoke Turkish cigarettes Which makes my bedroom unhealthy It also upsets BaBa on the wall

I do love your hairy chest Martin I could sleep on it all day I could never like a man With a hairless chest What are you saying Sheila I could never trust them They might be homosexuaaaals Shirt Lifters Anal Acrobats I cannot see what girls see in them You are all man hairy […]