Stuart Miller-Osborne

Jane and Freddy are feeding the birds It is half past seven in the morning The sea breeze is cool and the skies grey I am holding a white lantern Which has illuminated our January garden

This is a short poem by Federico Garcia Lorca who was murdered during the Spanish Civil War mainly for being a faggot It is beautiful work and is far better than I could ever imagine to write   I was the young boy eating oranges on a balcony I was an executioner during the times […]

When I take photographs I use a beat up old mobile phone camera I take many many photographs knowing that one will please me Friends say that I have an eye for the light but this confuses me They also say that I have an eye for colour and should use expensive equipment I will […]

As the evening aged I noticed a distinct perfume filling the room I was alone reading as my partner had retired after a busy day   Eden was sitting near an open window and suspected that the scent was originating from the winter garden although I had my doubts   The sea air was sharp […]

The main bedroom in our large house faces the sea It is a large room which has a main double bed near the window This is where I sleep with Octavia There is another much smaller bed against a trapped cupboard door This is occasionally used as a sick bed or when we are uncomfortable […]

Haiku grey rain clouds linger the white cliffs are in the shade my day is cooling   Haiku passing showers hide in the high clouds as they fade my month is closing   I found these two examples of haiku On The Roads to Freedom They had been painted on flat grey pebbles Using a […]

I was in Southampton before it vanished into the universe Kites was playing on my radio It had begun to snow Gentle white snowflakes coming out of a crisp purple sky I was sailing into a January night Full of pink paper lanterns And the wild cream blossom of the blue bird trees I was […]

Tickets please I hand my ticket to the ticket inspector Have we plunged from the damaged viaduct yet  Yes we passed it ten minutes ago  I am fully awake Have I walked 1000 miles  Yes about ten minutes ago  Does God speak to you in tunnels  Yes  What does he say  He tells me to […]

I am looking out of the window of a runaway train The train has been switched on to a derelict line To avoid the Rapid Express Blue In just over fifteen minutes I will plunge Off of a viaduct much damaged by the recent floods Which is a pity as almost a year ago I […]

I am Yan Yan I am searching For the single keys Of your golden piano     Outlaw