Guernsey Poets

We helped him up and steadied him, saw his wild eyes, spoke soothingly. You took his arm, his state was grim, and smiled, nodded approv...

Just glass, clear, unfrosted glass stands between them Them, being strangers, one to the other. It is raining, the sky loud and heavy. ...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in September 2012 I drove past you. You wore a brown lea...

I drove past you. You wore a brown leather jacket. A skeleton covered in skin; Cheeks and eyes and body concave. Life being sucked out o...