Stuart Miller-Osborne

I was going through a rough period of my life Although nothing was particularly amiss I just felt that the very essence of history was under threat And that I was witnessing its slow destruction This happened again to me today as I was crossing an old airfield That had unrestricted views over the sea…

The Blue Waiter brought us two cups of amber and a cherry pie I asked of the owner and he told me that he had died Under the wheels of a train Fuck those Hamburg Trains He said to me Fuck those Hamburg Trains     I asked of the Deaf Metre and his mistress…

There is nothing better in this world than constructing cardboard cartons Although I am not a practical fellow I was able to work out the flat pack in minutes and was  able to assemble the cartons without fuss It was that easy But before I assemble a carton I always caress its surface with a…

When she died a piece of each of us also died She often said that without us she would not exist We were her constituent parts When performing she would never give us direction Asking that we only interpret the music of the flowers That grew with such great joy in front of the summer…

Jonathan K was walking along a country lane when he found two nests full of eggs that had been abandoned The eggs were yellow and blue He took all of the blue eggs and placed them into the nest containing the yellow eggs Knowing that this would camouflage the eggs from predators Until the parents…

I brought my fathers riches with me as I was going to buy land after the victory But all was lost in the storm and the gold now lies at rest on the sea bed   The green reflections were fake The long jetty was fake But the sea that had once held my future…

I am an engineer I may not look like an engineer But I am an engineer   I am an architect I may not look like an architect But I am an architect   I am a designer I may not look like a designer But I am a designer   We all use paper…

I watched you sing the Hymnus Eucharisticus   From the Great Tower   And listened as the bells rang out   Over the dreaming city   Later we visited a small café   And enjoyed a May Morning breakfast   As we grow older theses days might fade   But they will never be forgotten

When I was unwell A great deal of traffic Passed me by Pink Pastels  Raw Tomatoes  And Random Taxis  Far from home  Added to my confusion But now that I am well I am concentrating On constructing a rockery In Derek Jarman’s Garden  

I watched as two children ran happily between the cloud hedges Chasing their early March shadows under the low land sun How charming our situation was on this the brightest of afternoons My wife and I were sipping piping hot tea from bone china cups Being careful not to scald our lips even though the…