Guernsey Poets

I heard a strain of music in the street - A wandering waif of sound. And then straightway A nameless desolation f...

another day another scam  not just by people on the lam  a wall, a movie, a culture centre  grants and handouts to the highest tender  ...

we meet on a sunlit bridge                  in an ancient city in spring and our shadows merge                        we meet like eager l...

I can’t think to seem straight No, I can’t think For myself or on my feet Of the names to the faces On the street My mind is blank Mi...

I am so frail that I can barely breathe Yet my mind refuses rest My pen dilly dally's across paper like a stone skips on water Spide...