Stuart Miller-Osborne

Come sun shadow move towards me let our histories mingle in the minute universe that follows us.       1978

A swan landed in rapid circles as the creatures gazed not daring to sleep lest they suffocate in the perfume of its disturbance.     SMO 1997

During the eclipse of seahorses the glimmer gulls will circle the mother mark and sly children will play on the green fields of sailors as they await their valued return Widows will free their embalmed doves and cover them with goatskins to deceive the blind Simpletons will ponder their own mortality and the infidelities of […]

The street café wears it’s neon hat and the sidewalk vibrates to the passing beat.     SMO 1985

Surveyed his estates from the many windows of his special room He raced his peacocks in the orangerie as they liked his citrus fruits mixed with grapes and curdled milk His haha was filled in as he did not approve of its humour and none of his trees were over five feet high Doves dyed […]

You sit there safe in your own detail as the morning silver illuminates you. are you at the end of a journey or the beginning ?   SMO 1998  

Do not, my whit girl crush this grape in your hand it will build you many houses as you change colour

Simplicity + 1 Simplicity, Simplicity -1 Simplicity + 1

Far from home on these northern roads he admires the metaphysicks of the silver moon.     In 1773 as part of their tour of Scotland and the Hebrides Samuel Johnson and James Boswell visited Lord Monboddo at his house in Mearns Shire. Upon their departure they were guided to the high road by Lord […]

There were two islands Only a few miles apart In an azure sea On the one nearest to the mainland Lived a rich merchant His wife and three sons The merchant was proud Of his eldest and middle son Who were resourceful and good businessmen And much respected by all on the island But he […]