Guernsey Poets

we built a bunker together using pegs, ormer shells and sheets it withstood some rainy weather and kept us our heads from the heat we s...

I brought you onions in my backpack Sifting through those dry skin pickings Felt like building our rickety shack While the sun shines in ...

the machine's jaws are 80 foot wide busy gathering scraps, we crouch inside flesh is ground up, transformed into paste gratefully we ...

The bells in town talk of snow coming down I heard the clunk of tills’ metallic sound Black Friday: shopping season begins Within this ti...

When you're in the sun All things eternal Come to your fingertips As light dances on the air You understand something Fractured and...