Guernsey Poets

We met at a party, we laughed at the same things We drank the same drinks and we got on just fine I'd just lost an old love, she'...

The yellow gorse flows golden Blending with the craggy rocks below That rumbling seas applaud As seagulls rest their weary wings And ...

You must have - by now! - heard of GDPR which says, that, if we know who you are, we must carefully look after your personal details, and...

Nobody else I know, just loves the empties I just want the bottles, not the booze the beautiful shapes, the curves, reflections the green...

It feels intrusive, stepping in through the arched door uninvited. Money in the collection tin, a pound coin, appears to right it. I loo...