Stuart Miller-Osborne

There are meadows near the canal That are covered with purple flowers The lucky trees overlook these fields of rest And the grasses now new Hear the muttered prayers Of those who did not return     When you go home Tell them of us and say For your tomorrow We gave our today JM […]

Today I purchased seven paperback books all written by Paulo Coelho I had no intention of reading the novels My intention was the create a temporary art installation I found a suitable path on Hungerford Common And randomly placed the seven books amongst the buttercups I took seven photographs from seven different angles And waited […]

Why have you never moved from Westbury? I have never had occasion to You have travelled far Were you never tempted? Often but Westbury is my home I am sad that my health does not allow me to fly Often I look at the sea and think that this sea runs into other seas and […]

I am in Buenos Aires visiting Angela Tree She lives in Argentina now After the war she married her doctor And left Westbury for good The air is good for her scarred lungs I told her time and time again Not to watch the bombers without me But she was wilful and sat in the […]

There is a field not far from the Westbury White Horse That used to be a wartime airfield Angela and I would climb a tree next to the railway line And watch the bombers as they took off heavy with their payloads The field is still there but it is no longer an airfield But […]

As I look over the fields of spring buttercups I remember my motherland I would have spilt blood for her But instead chose exile As I could no longer feel The bruised soil of my fathers   AW 1938  

Kalinka Komrade Leslie was cruising along the Thames With his Russian bride Natasha They were travelling to Algiers A Green Jesus smiled at them From the Hanging Woods   Kalinka Kalinka On the towpath near the snowball trees Children sang and danced to the Russian song In the main square of the maiden town A […]

I wonder if the Lumiere brothers haunt this station still Or is it a trick of the light A slight of the eye As the train arrives  

Many years ago when travelling through the South of France I split up with my boyfriend after an argument and found myself alone and waiting for a train at La Ciotat railway station My intention was to travel to Nice where the father of my best friend lived But I did not really want to […]

I was a member of the Dziga Vertov Group until I anticipated the coming of the TGVs Fast trains had always fascinated me and I had spent hours making love to Sally Ann next to slow moving branch lines waiting for advances in railway technology The opportunity to fuck her next to the railway tracks […]