Stuart Miller-Osborne

Life is a passing shadow The shadow of a bird In its flight Did you write that No it is from the Talmud It is very beautiful

I was forever in my dreams My school when I was young Was in the area of the Mékong Delta I stayed there for many years But always longed for my parents To come and collect me I received a number of their letters And carefully replied to every one We would become a family […]

I am sitting in a hire car Which I am planning to steal Quite how I got here is a mystery As I have just run out of gas On this dusty and featureless road A hitch hiker is sleeping in the back We have been travelling for three days She told me that this […]

I often consider the insects On nights such of this It is a vacant occupation

As we left the beach I noticed that a gauze effect Has invaded my subtle lens I limited myself Capturing you only twice On that dusty afternoon

they thought of prose as walking and poetry as dancing do you prefer to dance or to walk towards the sea

When Patty Logan lost at cards She was given two options To run around the campsite topless Or enjoy a meal in a nice restaurant By the sea by the sea blue sea with me She chose neither and purchased a ticket So that she might travel on a heritage railway

sitting in a golden field thinking of taking a bath whilst eating a golden apple

Playing Hide and Seek With Sun Birds In my Dreams

I frequently sit opposite A woman made completely of glass As I travel on the train each day None of my fellow passengers Seem to notice this fact Even when she reflects The low morning sun As we cross the levels