Stuart Miller-Osborne

What is that? A painting I can see that Don’t you like it? I hate it Why? Because it exploits the subject I bet you do not even know its title I do Then tell me It is called The Death of Minnehaha by William Dodge How did you know that? I came across it…

Recently when visiting London I travelled to Trafalgar Square I touched the empty plinth With my left hand And knew then Of its vacancy  

God is right handed I know this As I borrowed his ruler During a geography lesson  

In my palm I have a birthmark It is heart shaped Not many people look at it As it remains hidden But when sunlight happens To caress my hand My heart beats And from my nimble fingers Dangle amber earrings On thin silver chains  

On the islands of the Snow Moon Strange things happen Birds fly backwards And earthworms write books Brown dogs develop processing skills Which help the sailors at sea To navigate between the moons Bright girls named Lettuce Will sew orange peel gently Into the hems of their skirts With citric red needles As they guess…

Snow Slow Snow Moon Go The Crisp Clouds Loud Have Tired Of You Now And Are Exchanging The Changing Seasons Without Reason  

Snow Slow Snow Moon Go Snow Slow Snow Moon Go The Crisp Clouds Loud Crisp Clouds Loud Have Tired Of You Now Tired Of You Now And Are Exchanging The Changing Are Exchanging The Changing Seasons Without Reason Without Reason  

When the snow falls from the colourless skies I think of you at the beach café On the pathway to the dunes You are naked under your thin dress As you have just returned from a swim We are sharing a pizza and a beer And are listening to a gentle couple Whose language we…

I purchased a Hoover In Vancouver To soothe her frustrations With me  

You are now green and white I have not visited you for a while You tell me that the Spring is close I have difficulty in accepting that fact For today the skies are grey and very still