Stuart Miller-Osborne

I found her weeping Near the Inn of the Marshes Amongst the miserable springtime flowers Code Name I invited her to share a meal Menu Above the wetlands With its ditches dug deep The Rice Butterflies Sing on the spring-wing-king Of the seasons ring My lady was ambushed All stars are black But none as […]

In the lost walks of the meadow he hid under the future trees and the cedars of the dead The pink blossoms of the warm sky have enjoyed his gentle alms and I will find the once window of his stoop   2001  

Your feather fingers turn the plain pages as the sewn boats travel on inland seas and the wounds unoccupied will bleed again

She lies there still slain by the kiss of a centurion sword and looks in awe at the angel tears frozen in the flight of an ascending dove   2001

I search in vain for the umbilical but find only the lies of my false mother the fer-de-lance will nourish the lucky ones and I will be spared the glimpses of the casual as I feed quietly

Dearest Bessie I dreamt last night of your refreshment room before you burnt it down. It is run by a Madame Carvalho now and is open threehundredandsixtyfour days a year twentyfour hours a day (except Fridays).When the leap year occurred last year she was so pleased that she divorced her husband and served limestone cakes […]

The avian civil wars showed no signs of age. Each battle was as fresh as its predecessor Of all wars, civil wars are the most bloody High causalities had been suffered on both sides In a corner of the aviary away from the conflict there ran a small river, shallow but with a fast flow […]

If I cross the fault line of your love will you guide me as I explore your geography? I will build a raft from your stricken bark and sail amongst you The neutral light of the stars will guide me I am everything without you but will not leave     On the road leading […]

In our antiquity we will witness your birth in the house of our nativity     In late 2011 the skeletons of a man and a woman were unearthed in Italy. There were in the position of embrace.

I have hidden my history in a box of fruit you will not find me