Guernsey Poets

Valentines Day, some lecher sent a bunch of roses, rotten swine. The cheek of it! Without consent, he also sent a crate of wine. I was...

The things we do leave their mark: pale scars, cave drawings, photographs, imprints in clay, shadows on glass, echoes, verses. The list g...

He never had much luck with pets but spent a fortune at the vets to almost rid his cat of fleas before it perished from disease. He nev...