Stuart Miller-Osborne

Between Utano and Narutaki Stations There is a tunnel two hundred metres long Through which travels a lavender train

After church on summer days I used to lie on the roof Of my decrepit shed I had only one question As I looked into the blue Was I nearer to Heaven Or was I further away

I was told that I was the road But I was nothing like that As I represented nothing Just a chick hitching lifts Hoping to survive the day I soon learnt that many men Were just confused lonely boys To the man they were decent Almost heroic in their care Of a lost girl wearing […]

I am the educator I am wise Listen to me carefully Let me open your eyes

Go tell the dead men In the trenches That their wives And sweethearts Have written Perfumed letters Full of love And hopes For the future They are In this satchel Awaiting answers If I was brave I would burn These letters As their cold eyes Have no use For these Warm words now

je suis sage écoute-moi attentivement Laissez-moi vous ouvrir les yeux

For as far as the eye could see There was nothing but snow But I knew that you were there Hiding quietly within the mountains

I lived only yards from a lonely border crossing My duties were thin and ill conceived My few friends and those who knew me Called me the man who played a flute It was a traditional six hole bamboo flute Which I kept with my brown weathered bible A childhood gift from a missionary I […]

In his most famous poem Yuri imagines His lost love Natalya alone in a deep forest She is dressed in all shades of red And is dancing in the snow shadows

Why do you never fill me up Gary You make love beautifully But you do not fill me up It is like going on a journey And not reaching the destination Do I look like a petrol pump Am I brightly coloured And illuminated at night I am not saying that I just want you […]