2Mar 2026 Gwil James Thomas

Bristol Gorge in Winter

Under the brushstroke of apricity and a cold sun – copper red and plum purple virigina creeper leaves hang in there with peyote cookie intensities like fireflies of frosted flora.... Read More
editors note:

Gorgeous! (We welcome Gwil to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his new page – check it out.) – mh clay

28Dec 2025 Gwil James Thomas

Revenge.

Caustic bitterness, the heavy weight of unfairness, an unlocked door, a vapour of red – a new dead man walks. Read More
editors note:

Who’s dead; avenger or avenged? – mh clay

17Apr 2025 Gwil James Thomas

That’s Nothing…

They’d said in the kitchen at work, as my blood spilt onto the yellow chopping board from the knife I was using to slice chicken. Dicing, dishing and dissecting -... Read More
editors note:

Oof! Are these Michelin scars? – mh clay