Guernsey Poets

We are miracles of creation, supposedly in God’s image We have evolved over the millennia to become the dominant species From the golden ...

I am old now My eyes peer out from wrinkled flaps of skin Age bleached in a crumpled canvas The sisters tend me silently Bringing with...

When did I become a shade? A figment of your imagination passing by So engrossed in your conflicting self That you did not see my smile ...