Stuart Miller-Osborne

she lives on a neighbouring farm a dairy farm which also sells cheese yoghurts and other related fancies my father owns a number of wheat fields which turn golden as the year matures we are due to be wed under the bells of st triticum on the last day of the summer fair

What is this recession in the field It used to be a swimming hole Before the river dried up I used to swim there But you cannot swim Ana I can swim like a silver fish What clouds your memory of me

He was in this part of the county For little more that eight years Nobody knew where he had come from Or his name outside of Tom Robb He was very interested in language And the many dialects he found But never collected his works He wrote poems for special occasions Such as birthdays weddings […]

Your light is bright I can see you clearly From my apartment Please wave to me As I need to know That you are okay

Since I broke my leg in two places I have spent a great deal of time Viewing webcams from around the world As I am also a sad bastard who likes trains I view many rail cams from here and abroad My favourite is the Barking rail cam As there is a dog at number […]

In these fields of plenty Only the red angels weep

Where are we Jack Honey we are lost In the Lands of Honey Is escape possible It is possible but unlikely As only sweet paths Are known to exist

parole de dieu je suis heureux J’en ai fini avec les langues

I was going to ask you To talk amongst yourselves But there is nothing to discuss Is this meant to be humour Discuss with care

I kissed an angel In a dream last night But she was not An ordinary angel She was my angel Full of sin