Thursday, February 13, 2020

Titanic. By Gwil James Thomas


Some 
people 
board 
the ship 
purely 
to
stand 
on deck 
and gleefully 
watch 
as it 
inevitably 
hits 
the iceberg - 
so 
that they 
can say 
that 
they got 
wet once
many years 
ago - 
their 
hearts 
already 
stone 
cold. 






Gwil James Thomas is a novelist, poet and inept musician originally from Bristol, England. His written work has been featured in 3 Poets, Low Light Magazine, 3AM, GOB, Mythos Zine, Bold Monkey, Cephalo Press, North of Oxford, Drinkers Only, Outlaw Poetry, The Beatnik Cowboy and also here. His sixth poetry chapbook Cocoon Transitions is available for preorder at Analog Submission Press. He is currently laying low somewhere in Northern Spain.

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