Stuart Miller-Osborne

s s s snakes ascend at will IIam powerless to stop them but II encourage them to grow legs so that they may sprint upwards but they all drown before they can reach the heights II was not bitten II bleed but II was not bitten II apologise for my vantage It is superior but […]

She travelled on an orange train to an orange city where she prayed to an orange God in an orange church She retired to an orange bar and ordered an orange tea which although colourless tasted bitter   Viola Gresham 2003

The thief Volppian  arrived In the town on the hill He was a rich man But still chose to dispossess His chosen victims He did this without malice And was almost compassionate In his actions   He rested in the market square Of the town on the hill Which although flat Was entered at different […]

La Isla De San Borondon The day was fine and after breakfast I ventured onto the starboard deck and sat in one of the canvas chairs provided for the comfort of passengers. I counted fifteen on my side of the ship and eight on the port side. For a while I counted the whitecaps in […]

Seven Cats Watched Seven Cats Appreciate Democracy

Parrots on the moon celebrate their birthdays in December or so my tutor believed Who was I to argue ?     An exhibition to celebrate the two hundredth anniversary of the birth of Edward Lear was held at the Ashmolean museum in Oxford between September 2012 and January 2013.

  Hales-Owen Chameleon I will not write of your colour as you inspire to fool me Curzon Street Birmingham I requested a taxi from the railway station as there were no trains Leamington Spa I found my aunt alive and well although her cat had drowned

The chairs of jellyfish Shared chocolate In the flower shop By the café They chatted away Without any fuss for many hours   As I finished My lunar coffee I watched them swim away In the general direction Of the clover fields   It was then That I saw my opportunity To steal their flowers […]

As the summer dust deepens the dry green grasses will turn yellow and I will weave the most complicated of patterns into your wide exposed heart

In meadows under parasols your sisters will not notice the leaf as it falls from a tree and stops history for a moment these areas are beyond invasion