Stuart Miller-Osborne

I hear you pass each night Yet I cannot see you Your glow fills my room I imagine your journey  

You are hiding from me Under a shroud of darkness You are very much alive I will not engage in your silly games You do not fool me  

I am sitting on a hot railway platform next to an amputee in shorts She is playing chess with a blind boy much scarred On her radio a song is playing I am dreaming dreaming beaming dreaming beaming at the thought of you All the paths lead to the beach Some are sandier than others […]

Roger and his two sisters had boarded the night train and were making themselves comfortable in their small but functional compartment Gillian looked at the furnishings as she deposited her bag on the lower bunk Even though everything changes these compartments remain the same Look there is a shaving point above the sink I have […]

What is that? A painting I can see that Don’t you like it? I hate it Why? Because it exploits the subject I bet you do not even know its title I do Then tell me It is called The Death of Minnehaha by William Dodge How did you know that? I came across it […]

Recently when visiting London I travelled to Trafalgar Square I touched the empty plinth With my left hand And knew then Of its vacancy  

God is right handed I know this As I borrowed his ruler During a geography lesson  

In my palm I have a birthmark It is heart shaped Not many people look at it As it remains hidden But when sunlight happens To caress my hand My heart beats And from my nimble fingers Dangle amber earrings On thin silver chains  

On the islands of the Snow Moon Strange things happen Birds fly backwards And earthworms write books Brown dogs develop processing skills Which help the sailors at sea To navigate between the moons Bright girls named Lettuce Will sew orange peel gently Into the hems of their skirts With citric red needles As they guess […]

Snow Slow Snow Moon Go The Crisp Clouds Loud Have Tired Of You Now And Are Exchanging The Changing Seasons Without Reason