Stuart Miller-Osborne

On a recent drive we passed an orange storage building High on a moor between a city and three towns I fell in love with it straight away Especially as the sky was blue sky blue Especially as the sky was blue Edwina parked in a nearby car park and we walked Towards the most […]

On a recent trip to a small coastal town I visited an art gallery and its shop It was whilst I was in this shop That I spotted a Mondrian Mannequin I was immediately attracted to Piet So I gave him a home and felt good Somewhere to hang your rings and keys Was the […]

In my dream there were pale paper lanterns Leading down a darkened passage Towards a souvenir and gift shop Boxes of exhausted currency Lay deep in silent piles I chose a handful for my loved ones There was also a painting on the wall A life study of girl facing a second painting In a […]

I have spent the last four days In this waiting room with Natalie We have not missed our trains That is far from the truth We have decided not to catch These lonely regional trains As this will spoil our plans Both of us are beginning to decay Our clothes smell of our wasted hours […]

There are no rainbows Behind those hills Why waste your time Just turn around As you are heading In the wrong direction

Why is it that when you film a scudding moon In the early hours of the morning That you trip over a black cat Who blames you for the accident

She had planned across to travel across Amerika But then she became ill When she was hit by a truck on a railroad crossing It was either the truck or the train The train won She survived With a broken leg and three broken fingers A doctor devoted to God Fixed her as much as […]

Chocolate covered hearts Float in the white mists Within the elliptical orbits of Solaris

My mother read the Daily Mirror As she ate her lunch in the shadow Of our Welsh dresser and the awkward drapes My father who did not care for socialists Read the Daily Telegraph in his easy chair He complained about its size but did very little Timothy Louise read Grandpa’s Times He was very […]

I have been travelling for almost two years Looking for something as yet undefined My unknown reflections haunt me But I am aware of the perfumes That follow me along every road