Stuart Miller-Osborne

Enjoying a cigarette In an alley Shabby and wet You green coat is stained By the dust of dry walls

I can see you on the opposite pier Dressed in your shamrock green coat The ferry has completed over half of its journey You are glowing bright on this dull autumn day

Cinema Silence Love

Deserted Station Warm Night Passing Train

Illuminated Freight Trains

Sidewalks Mirrors Exaggerate Numbers

Her illustrations tell a story Which is hard to understand

Perfection does not command a price

She is an unfinished canvas Which I will not share

He created me out Of a sheets of paper So that I might Fly high with the wind birds