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

Don’t Say Nothing by Gwil James Thomas

Don’t Say Nothing Fuck that shit – let us hold onto this moment with all its ripe, rapacious and pretentious sentiments. Don’t say nothing and take my hand, as night swallows day across these rolling hills. Let me hold you Continue reading Don’t Say Nothing by Gwil James Thomas

Ode To An Undisclosed Catalonian Bar by Gwil James Thomas

Ode To An Undisclosed Catalonian Bar Come dusk the neon light flickered like some supernova in a far away pocket of space. Gangs congregated outside, groups of embarrassed suits and elderly men flocked inside, while deals went down in the Continue reading Ode To An Undisclosed Catalonian Bar by Gwil James Thomas

Like Falling in Love Again by Gwil James Thomas

Like Falling in Love Again Carry me back to shore, let me fall to your feet, taste your skin. Pass me the survival knife, so I can spill my guts some more – twist the blade, lick my wounds clean Continue reading Like Falling in Love Again by Gwil James Thomas

Name Calling in The Madhouse by Gwil James Thomas

Name Calling in The Madhouse How long has he been smashing himself against these walls? Trying to work out how he got in? How it got this far? I watch him twirl through the air – in the midst of Continue reading Name Calling in The Madhouse by Gwil James Thomas