Stuart Miller-Osborne

A Gift of Windsor The adored couple stood still on the Long Walk Tall and handsome  He was looking over his fiancée’s slender shoulders At the budding blossom trees She in her delicate way was quietly watching The Butterflies with the Golden Wings As they studied their brilliant reflections In the mirrors of the late […]

In the latter stages of thin illness I dreamt that I was in Swindon with you Sitting on a bench In Rodney Avenue You described the avenue to me Throughout the years From its inception to the present day You described how a block of martyred flats Had obscured the view to the battered lake […]

Green Clock Face Shiny shiny metallic green Your hands sweep away time with ease I will not wind you up today As I wish to curtail your journey   The Nayland Rock Shelter I would like to think that you are cherished But I spot drunks and other debris slouched within your womb They only […]

I was looking through my photographs recently And found one that immediately mystified me It was a blurred shot of a tit in profile Against a brightly illuminated background It had been recorded on my camera during the last year But I have no memory of taking this photograph And to be truthful I have […]

I would like to drown On the sea of steps In Wells Cathedral

I lived in Weston Super Mare until I was twelve And then my father changed his job And we moved to Stoke on Trent Which saddened me as all of the sudden I had no friends left in the muddy milk sea   Before we left I had been a member Of a marine blue […]

What are you reading Anna Night Walks by Charles Dickens What is about Night Walks He wrote it at a time in his life when he was an insomniac Charles used to wander through London at night in an effort to seek a cure It was during these walks that he really discovered the streets […]

Lule Lule and I collect calendars As time fascinates us both Today in the 20th of June Tomorrow is the longest day The year is half/half spent On our wooden table we have A silver and abalone date piece Which is in the shape of Australia And inlaid with silver and red abalone We often […]

Camden So is my sister We were both born in China To Chinese parents But have Eurasian features My name is Just So And I am going steady With a girl called Jenny Stories Whose father has written many books About the life of Rudyard Kipling  

She could dress in bin liners and still look great But her wardrobe is quite empty Which puzzles me As if she is fucking chic There must be an attraction somewhere