Southern French Morning & Almost Always Christmas Again by Gwil James Thomas

Southern French Morning The good omen of migrating storks on the sandy banks. Open window shutters now blend boiled morning coffee with the ocean breeze. Peeling bark of diseased trees still displaying stubborn beauty. The silent and subtle touch of Continue reading Southern French Morning & Almost Always Christmas Again by Gwil James Thomas

Fuck You and The Horse You Rode in On by Gwil James Thomas

Fuck You and The Horse You Rode in On When you told me that you were posh I thought you were being ironic, but I really couldn’t care anyway. Nor does anyone care for your opinion when you butt into Continue reading Fuck You and The Horse You Rode in On by Gwil James Thomas

Billy Childish Taught me To Write by Gwil James Thomas

Billy Childish Taught me To Write To write without worry of being a good speller, to have no heroes, to outdo your heroes and naturally be all your heroes. And when I was 21 I met Billy Childish after watching Continue reading Billy Childish Taught me To Write by Gwil James Thomas

Mopeds of The Ocean Haiku / Hungover Haiku / Memories Harvested and Blended like tubs of Gazpacho by Gwil James Thomas

Mopeds of The Ocean Haiku Bodyboards you are the mopeds of the ocean – small, stupid and fun. Hungover Haiku Welcomed morning rain keep me inside, cleanse my mind like the verdant grass. Memories Harvested and Blended like tubs of Continue reading Mopeds of The Ocean Haiku / Hungover Haiku / Memories Harvested and Blended like tubs of Gazpacho by Gwil James Thomas

Thank You Boredom by Gwil James Thomas

Thank You Boredom Rice crackers at an accountant’s retirement party, love slowly sucked dry like an exoskeleton – not even with enough passion to turn to hate. The many ready to criticise anyone that slips through the net, yet never Continue reading Thank You Boredom by Gwil James Thomas

Remember to Look at The Stars by Gwil James Thomas

Remember to Look at The Stars Today, we lost a beacon of genius in an era where blinding ignorance is celebrated. Now, my tawdry brain is left with nothing but gratitude, for you schooling me on the deceptive simplicity of Continue reading Remember to Look at The Stars by Gwil James Thomas

Dumplings & Departures/ So Longs & Sympathies by Gwil James Thomas

Dumplings & Departures/So Longs & Sympathies On my last day living in London I devoured delicious dumplings in Chinatown, picked up some records from Paco Mus and visited my old drinking buddy Sean for one last marathon boozy afternoon. Sean Continue reading Dumplings & Departures/ So Longs & Sympathies by Gwil James Thomas

This New Year/Cojones and Glory by Gwil James Thomas

This New Year/Cojones and Glory Santa sits back in his workshop, finds some pure white snow, only another 364 days to go. Christmas wasn’t all mince pies and mistletoe – but nothing is and nothing lasts forever too. As for Continue reading This New Year/Cojones and Glory by Gwil James Thomas

On This Road To The North Star by Gwil James Thomas

On This Road To The North Star Come midnight The Channel Tunnel is miles behind me – the dead GPS rattles across the dashboard, but it’s obsolete when you’re driving without a destination anyway. Underneath this Van Gough starry night, Continue reading On This Road To The North Star by Gwil James Thomas

Picture of a Thursday Morning by Gwil James Thomas

Picture of a Thursday Morning Sweet and luscious petrichor drifts in off the freshly cleansed lawn and through this open window. The early birds peck at the lawn – but it seems the worms have figured out that the secret Continue reading Picture of a Thursday Morning by Gwil James Thomas