Stuart Miller-Osborne

As the snow clouds change from blue sapphires will drop into my frozen fields and I will decorate their boundaries  

Rubies will be counted at the high table as the season is determined pumice clouds do not keep secrets

I saw her asleep through the jade screen as the seven swans passed by the water-clocks have faded now

Dew dust Day daubed Do travel to the sculpture park with me I will shiver without you      

Let the butterfly on wing above the valley be your ornament you will not settle    

I have met the sixfortythree on consecutive Saturdays (but have only travelled once)   The early geraniums are huddled against the north wind they are as chilled as I am (but have a warm perfume)    The steam special is today hauled by a diesel but the carriages remain the same (it has a long […]

In a railway carriage Two men in Homburg Hats Are reading One sleeps In a railway carriage Two men in Homburg Hats Are sleeping One reads

My two brothers spoke tenderly of me as they baked the physicians bread I had studied the voices of many pages before preaching to the new-born who now listened without vacancy

under the green gaze of the catholic trees all competitors were asked to assemble on platform one except for silent peter who was directed to platform three the coloured birds in the sponsors tents were handing out brilliant feathers as prizes as scott joplin and lisa gherardini sang in duet a surfer from aziziya was […]

As I watched the transport staff perform their duties I felt a great comfort