Stuart Miller-Osborne

The sun sets slowly Beneath the horizon Leaving only memories

On an empty stage An assassin dies Faux dreams haunt my dreams In a theatre of fools Faux dreams haunt my dreams Joe I think ewe have gone too far this time You have upset a great number of people With your criticism of the English Church I even think that Daddy would be x […]

Artist in residence Commissions undertaken London trained Owns a cat Married to Carolyn

Breakfast before the eighth hour Bare feet on dry stone floors The heat is building Black coffee Sisters

Hidden on a deep shelf Wearing a blue cotton shirt Your blonde hair toused The early sea awaits your visit

Maureen and Maude Purchased an unwanted Fishing boat So they could offer trips Around East Cheap Speake Bay Their business soon thrived But the smell of fresh fish Never really left the Lucy Lee

Tomas stood in his English Garden He had awoken to a sea mist Sami was still asleep May was near Her flowers were full They both awaited him

Two girls asleep One is in India A mist soon to be warm Has enclosed the morning

I was travelling From London to Bath With my best friend Trudy I was reading The Unmade Bed As we passed through The Box Tunnel I kissed a girl and liked it

Map to the stars Now reported lost