Monday, November 1, 2021

CHEAP WINE ON A MONDAY NIGHT By Bradford Middleton

 

 It’s half-12 on a Monday night and whilst this house

Lays resting i sit here working, working here on these

Words and on this even cheaper wine as tonight, with

The smoke working its magic and the radio laughing I

Sit here suddenly realising that I love this life of mine

As tonight the words flow just as the horror show of

Vino flows, one from my mind as the other enters my

Grateful mouth loosening up my fingers to write these

Words.





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

1 comment:

  1. This is a good piece! Gotta love those productive & relaxing nights when it all comes together.

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