Stuart Miller-Osborne

Wheat fields vendor property combine harvester

Lonely killer finds solace whilst imprisoned

I purchased a garage on the main road to Devizes When I went to view my property I found only open fields Seeking revenge I stole a combine harvester And harvested the wheat I later drowned the vendor In a silo that had been made in Spain

I purchased a garage never built

That afternoon we painted the garden chairs a brilliant white We had planned to walk but it was too hot Aunt Mimi was sitting on the jetty with her feet dangling in the lake Quite often her friends swam from the jetty But she was alone and reading poetry Brutal French poetry Which seemed so […]

He travelled the world Edward Morgan Edward Morgan But always returned To his simple maid Jenny Jones Jenny Jones His girl from Llangollen Who was both handsome and fair With sky-blue eyes And flaxen hair

The Violet Breeze Shadows strange yellow Dance on your bedroom walls I watch your breasts Rise and fall As you sleep And feel the violet breeze As it opens your eyes   August Soft Wind Shadows strange Quietly dance on your bedroom walls I watch your breasts Rise and fall As you sleep And feel […]

Shadows strange yellow Dance on your bedroom walls I watch your breasts Rise and fall As you sleep And wait for the late summer rhythms To enter your day

When she was a child Sarahe Shakespeare Easte would spend a good deal of time playing on the gravel and tar hills that could be found in most lay-bys She admired the rigid structure of these hills and how they did not attract vegetation Her father ran a burger van not far away and in […]

What have you been doing since we last met Saul? I have been reading a book about the Dyatlov Pass Incident What was that? It was about the strange deaths of nine hikers in the Ural Mountains in February 1959 Why strange? Because they suffered peculiar injuries and investigations have not been able to determine […]