Guernsey Poets

We all recall him as a child: a nasty boy, a wicked lad, a vicious kid, thoroughly bad. Though none of us were meek and mild and follo...

When David he came trampling through Bringing all his gear and crew Never asking if he could Or not even if he should. We looked, ...

I salute thee, all the oddballs and weirdos out there who are unique in their beauty, who don’t give a damn about being silly and goofy, a...

This tiny nation More than the sum Of its parts Sits on the Hinge of history Watching the men Of dark arts Becoming more in...

It’s always raining in my head Sometimes there are cross-winds And often interminable white noise, Static that comes before and after s...