Guernsey Poets

I never deserved you... So your closest friends said But those letters I sent you They must never have read The words I strung together ...

On full-moon nights the Chapel glows with Holy light. No tourists now, with cameras or summer clothes or catalogues to tell them how the...

We hit words to and fro, employing power and back-swing, serve and volley, determined, each, to score points off the other. We both star...

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Most mornings, he’s there, round about ten if he’d had a bad night, a little later, then But Church on Sundays, the birds seem to know al...