Stuart Miller-Osborne

I am of good health and will write an account of my death when the time comes Be not false in thy reporting     In 1768, The Annual Register in jest announced that Fleetwood Sheppard was still alive and 120 years old. Prior to hid death in 1698 his demise was reported erroneously on […]

What false sanctuaries Do you keep On that smitten rock You shall not prosper In your deceit.   I felt the texture Of the waves But did not fear For the gods shown will Did not claim me.   Who doth hear Your idle boasts But the dead of the sea The rock will shatter […]

Long gone your fleeting visit to the windows of our world and now we take the quiet air of your archaeology   1983    

The run rivers will promise their flow aware that only the sun will nourish the flame trees these being the nights of famine    

When I sleep in the fields of great estates mosaics will be created by visiting friends who will arrive in the avenues which are shedding the leaves that will cover me    

When the puppet masters were assassinated were the puppets set free or did they became freedom fighters?   There is no such thing as revolution (only chaos)   There is a lot to fear from stupid men   All true revolutionaries are unseen   Ten letters create revolution   During a revolution, more ink is […]

As a child My world was dominated By Sea Captains But I failed to notice That my boat was rudderless And now as I drift aimlessly I can only count the stars as my friends     Found written in pencil on a wall of a house in Rotherhithe in June 1975 and translated from […]

Functional As I fell from my hotel window I ordered a coffee and a newspaper So that I might read an account Of my suicide   Captain Du Kelly Captain Du Kelly Gave his sister Glass beads As she gave birth   Angers In Angers I used A wheel jack To eat my cheese   […]

We wearied should lie down in death And drink the sleep of centuries I should not want to see your light again As Heaven’s brightness satisfies all       In 1938 the remains of the poet Matthew Prior were accidently disturbed by literary historians in search of elegies by Edmund Spenser and believed buried […]

Pigeon One A solitary pigeon Stood on the cobblestones Watching the Night Freight pass It was carrying seed   Pigeon Two A pigeon thought That it was being observed As it flew high above The Sunflower Fields   Pigeon Three As a lost pigeon Flew near the angry sea It was attracted By a beautiful […]