Guernsey Poets

Sky and earth where I dwell in circles turning land of birth air of breath in wind and curl beneath the clouded heavens furled I make ...

Fred wrote of very simple things The things he'd seen, places he'd been Monkeys dancing in the trees Dolphins, sunsets, a cool ...

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

Forget the florid words and speak in language, commonplace, of what our brief connection made of us, our lives, how we were changed. As...

Bohemian, in her semi-nude pose, Dunhill cigarette impatiently burns Belying loves truth of white petal rose. Art of capriciousness in a...