Wednesday, October 24, 2018

ANOTHER NIGHT, ANOTHER BOTTLE. by Bradford Middleton




Tonight it's simple
One bottle, marked CLARET
Right across its front
In an unfancy font.

The cheapest in shop,
Hell probably the cheapest in town
But that right now is
How it rolls, this life of mine

The best of times
The cheapest of times
As the days progress
In this most perfect of settings

Saving up but unsure for what
A holiday or maybe yet
A final attempt at getting away
For slightly longer.





Bradford Middleton was born in south-east London during the summer of 1971 and won his first poetry prize at the age of nine.  He then gave up writing poems for nearly twenty-five years and it wasn't until he landed in Brighton, knowing no one and having no money, that he began again.  Ten years later and he's been lucky enough to have had a few chapbooks published including a new one from Analog Submission Press entitled 'Flying through this Life like a Bottle Battling Gravity', his debut from Crisis Chronicles Press (Ohio, USA) and his second effort for Holy & Intoxicated Press (Hastings, UK).  He has read around the UK at various bars, venues and festivals and is always keen to get out and read to new crowds.  His poetry has also been or will be published shortly in the Chiron Review, Zygote in my Coffee, Section 8, Razur Cuts, Paper & Ink, Grandma Moses 'Poet to Notice', Empty Mirror, Midnight Lane Gallery, Bareback Lit and is a Contributing Poet over at the wonderful Mad Swirl.  If you like what you've read go send a friend request on facebook to bradfordmiddleton1.  

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