Stuart Miller-Osborne

Joe  Josie  Where are ewe  In Canterbury with the sisters  Ewe  I am in Richmond Park with Sephine  It is quite frosty in Canterbury  But I can see the sun hiding in the mist It is quite clear here  You sent me a text last night which read Free Palestine and nothing else It confused […]

Rhapsody and I have a house  Which has alarming sea views  We can literally see the edge of the world The day fades and recreates itself  We have grown used to this  I spend my day painting bees  On pale backgrounds  Rhapsody Sings the Blues

Hello James  Mabel how are you  I am as good as can be expected  It is so cold today  It is warmer than my little flat  Is your heating broken  If so Red and I can pop around  No the heating is working  But it is so expensive  You know if I was working  I […]

I had a dream  A very strange dream  I hardly featured in my dream  My name is Edgar Allen Poe  Doorman and Cloakroom Attendant  A large American company  Had booked out the Huntingdon  To celebrate the founders birthday  It was a splendid affair  With no expense spared  Everything was free  This said there was were uncomfortable undertones  Which […]

Zoe Zoe Zita  Would you like  To meet her She is a filmmaker  As well as being my sister  The Mount Love Railway  Is her main subject  Or what is left of it  She travels around the US  Filming trains  Last week she was in Flagstaff  Today she is in Ashland  Visits to Richmond and La […]

In recent years  There have been  Persistent rumours  That I am a bicycle  That is far from the truth  As I am nothing but  A Clergyman’s Daughter  Submissive and easily bullied  I am a friend of the poor  But drowning in debt  A year ago I found myself  Down and Out  Staring at my reflection  […]

Before you sleep  Listen for the echos  That haunt the sound mirrors Wretched ghosts of the past  Before you sleep  Listen for the ghosts That haunt the sound mirrors Wretched echos of the past 

I am playing chess  With the clergyman’s daughter  We are both unclothed  As we are asleep in bed 

Words Words  So Many Words  Pink Words Of Hate Percussion Songs Echo  In My Empty Head  Every Street Challenges Me 

The white stuff  Has returned again  Let us wrap up  And build snowmen  Near the railroad tracks  Winter Dreams