Guernsey Poets

T he brass key turns tightening the spring H ow the second hand races, chasing dates E venly stitching together the edges of time: F aci...

The sun is shining, the street, people thronged And all hurrying. So much business, so much stress and pressure, So much to do, so litt...

"Can I put that on account?" I asked as I winked my eye "On account? What account?" I heard the salesman cry "O...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in September 2012 In my dreams, I dream of stars in endle...

If I hadn't met you, I'd be a different me probably dead, or living in a hostelry, in prison for robbery, or assault, or worse or...