Stuart Miller-Osborne

She filmed everyday objects With a deep love A pen a basket A gas pump in the heat All were characters Within her movies Each was as important As the actors and actresses Who told their stories

Sometimes it is best not to fully know What happened aboard that sinking ship With respect to many of the people involved If you think of the worst Then you will be nearer To the shameful truth Belén

Dear Charlie I am sorry to hear that the two artists died They were both very talented boys Like you I am so tired of this pointless war Although it makes me happy to know That from your wretched trench That we can share views of our wonderful city I have spoken to Maise Ann […]

I collected some pebbles From the beach today Which has been decorated Using the colours of my walk

The sun was in love with the moon it was seen as an equal relationship In a fiercely unequal universe

The only radio in my room was broken Its secrets were forever locked in its silence Or so my host family told me

My mother used to be a very popular singer Quite often she was filmed in and around Paris Occasionally these fuzzy recordings are shown In all of their black white and nostalgic glory

I was found drunk in this bus shelter My shoes had been stolen as well as my wallet The pigs had planted some recreational stuff on me It was likely that I was going down for a long time But then they drove me back to my beautiful house And let me sleep it off […]

As one of the five rivers of the Underworld alongside Acheron Lethe Cocytus, and Phlegethon It served as the final path for the dead Charon the underworld’s ferryman used his boat to carry the souls of the departed across the water To pay his fare ancient Greeks would traditionally place a small coin in the […]

There was certainly a movement in the high trees But I knew that it made no sense at all Perhaps bats perhaps birds Or the winds from the south I was totally unsure of my reality On that hot July day