Stuart Miller-Osborne

Am I the only one Who hears the music Above the golden fields Stay with me Dear Clara My heart is an open door

But not in pink or cerise There are many browns available A few greys and pale blues Can also be ordered Viola

You are flirting Your behaviour Is disconcerting Garth

In my youth I developed incestuous thoughts About my European half sister Even though I had never met her I wore her raven miniature around my neck But was shocked to discover That she wore only a vial of dark poison

A navy blue blind bus Passed me in the rain It was full of impecunious souls Seeking alms and warm cheer

Via Stonehenge In the rain It always rains On Thursdays Fairy champion  Sweet little one Gentle beloved Pierre of The Ambiguities

I spent a month in Run Rig With three Irish sisters Shilya Kweeva and Sahveen In a large brick house That overlooked the sea We swam sculpted And wrote poetry together Some of our drift wood sculptures Can still be found on tolerant days

I spent a month in Run Rig With three Irish sisters Síle Caoimhe and Sadhbhín In a large house that overlooked the sea We swam painted and wrote poetry together Some of our drift wood sculptures Can still be found on tolerant days  

In my most recent dream I was walking naked Around an art gallery with Sadhbhin There were other naked people In the gallery although I did not recognise them Apart from Sile who had organised my show The Agility of Angels was in gallery two Due to its shape and size It has taken me […]

When I was studying at Cambridge I shared a flat with my sister Josephine It was a large flat in the centre of the city With a rather strange feature A triangular bath Josie and I often shared this place of worship And read our essays to each other It was a good place to […]