WHERE I'LL SPEND MY WINTER by Bradford Middleton

I sit here cold as winter draws in close
Mid November and the promise that from here
It'll just grow worse and worse
Until that horrible moment when I'll have
To quit the bars of this town just to keep
My little room warm.

But then again in my mind pubs are always
So much warmer than the cold confines of this
Damn little room.  With their roaring fires
And the occasional beauty to get you hot under
The collar I think I just worked out
Where I will spend my winter, at least
Until all the money has gone.

 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.