Stuart Miller-Osborne

Refreshments are served Every Sunday Between ten and five At the chapel beside the sea Every Sunday Between ten and five At the chapel beside the sea Refreshments are served Between ten and five At the chapel beside the sea Refreshments are served Every Sunday At the chapel beside the sea Refreshments are served Every […]

My coal sculptures are now dry you can smell their dusts but they do not stain there is no need to bathe   A Spanish coal ship named The Manu ran aground at Tregerthen in May 1916

Bre The sentinels engage In their improbable conversations Whilst below The doomed seep into The severe landscape Of their dark stations. Hayl The lazy tributes Of the false water Sink into the mud that lies And in the damp mist The she gulls Weave the tapestry of the fecund. Mor Sitting on her throne of […]

From the shore She heard the close hymn His voice so divine And clad in her sea dress She sought him Be mine, be mine, be mine. From the dark Of a pew she watched him In the haunts of Evensong And soon their forms Strung seaward So long, so long, so long. You may […]

In memory of my golden cat who when attracted by a fools gold drowned on his way to El Dorado In memory of a household fly who when seeking the transparency of the universe flew into my kitchen window In memory of my reflection which aged before my eyes I still seek your likeness In […]

Casual Graffiti Green fresh cherries Red ripe grass Resting by the swimming pool With an empty glass Swimmer   You submerge for hours reflected only by the deep sun rays exploring other worlds Adam & Eve  We drowned the serpent at dawn As it had swallowed the sun loungers All is well in the mad garden  […]

That I should dream of you As you reside near In the desolation of our slumber. Let the slowness of our journey Be the warm blanket That I shall wrap around you. As our mounts rest We will listen to The vanities of the night. The stillness of the dawn Will soon embrace us in […]

The violet rose petals fell Watched by the dancing moon I did not rest on their carpets

The trees of his flooded fields still require water I have counted the dead of Europe and have painted their likenesses on the long walls Cronaca Souversiva I have a belief in the existence of God Ci sono i fantasmi sopra i gigli bianchi I will cover the martyrs of the great shame On the […]

Frame times frame by frame Does this dry plate record The twelve times meeting Of a mother and child. Only the economy of time Knows no truths Of the suspended walk And the freeze framed kiss.   1980