Stuart Miller-Osborne

The season is at an end Everything is closed Only the dark creatures These filthy dark creatures Can still be seen 73 ABC Means so little to me My garage is for sale My business is no more Dead cars no longer sell I had all the advantages The geography was perfect The seasons were […]

I quite like looking at then and now photographs But what strikes me is how in the last sixty years We have managed to suffocate ourselves blindly Whereas we had space we now have vacuums It is an attractive decay but is not at all desirable Yet I have noted that architects do not live […]

At sunset An empty train Passes my remote station

A body was washed up today I recognised it straight away But I did not disclose my knowledge As hidden secrets fade

A Crane Fly found refuge On my clothing As the feral seagulls Were closing for the kill I took it to a place Of shared exile Hidden from the world

I am known for filming the waves In slow motion When asked I reply that I much prefer To record the colours of my life In slow motion

As September closes The nights are drawing in The trees are no longer fresh And the colours are fading There is a sense of imminent decay But the autumn moons are quite splendid White cream and low on the horizons This year the winds are quite humid Which is unusual but not that rare Hurricanes […]

I waved to Jane as I sailed into the town It seemed that I had been away on a long voyage And not just a visit to the opposite bank of the estuary Jane was playing chess with the seagulls And did not notice me at first I waved again which gathered her attention She […]

Paul these letters were dropped on your mat One looks important Saw Janet at the gallery Did not think very much of the show Two doors nailed together and daubed with paint It has all been done before Janet has invited us to her I am wearing yellow panties show If it is good as […]

Today is a special day A happy day But this is as far as I will go As some things must remain private HAC