Stuart Miller-Osborne

My two brothers spoke tenderly of me as they baked the physicians bread I had studied the voices of many pages before preaching to the new-born who now listened without vacancy

under the green gaze of the catholic trees all competitors were asked to assemble on platform one except for silent peter who was directed to platform three the coloured birds in the sponsors tents were handing out brilliant feathers as prizes as scott joplin and lisa gherardini sang in duet a surfer from aziziya was […]

As I watched the transport staff perform their duties I felt a great comfort      

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There are no roads for us to follow only the scorch marks of meteors as we travel to the stars     Written whilst visiting the Hamish Fulton exhibition at the Turner Contemporary in Margate (March 2012)

The sunbird sits on the bare branches of a winters tree and reads a book devoted to the clay fields where the itinerants now rest cared for by the decendents of clockmakers who once created time but do so no more.   When the comet moon passes an orchestra will play on its tail and […]

Dance my maidens to the solitary tunes of the ghost piper and glide gracefully into the romance of a teardrop sun.      from the Dartmoor legend of the nine maidens who were turned to stone for dancing on a Sunday  

when the natural light enters the sewer rats will sail the world, icebergs will melt and sailors will pay whores with diamonds as they wait for their illumination      

I shall not fan the flames of my neighbours house lest they consume my own. In the darkness of vision only speak with the stranger and heed his warning . I will see the construction of the white sleep in my journal of dreams. Will my pleasures continue when the battles cease or will the […]

The bargeman saw visions of paradise through the fast cloud in the mimic of the sea His narrow family recited songs of the commerce link as they passed the bridges of pedestrian burning And the flow spring danced with the lungs of the free water   2002