Friday, April 15, 2022

THE DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER By Bradford Middleton


There are moments of late when it’s felt

Like the devil on my shoulder has seized

Control of the wheel and is in the process

Of driving me off the cliff of no hope

No desire

No dreams and

No chance


But then it’ll come, an idea, a thought

That can change the course of my mind

On that given day and then, if acted upon,

Can change the course of this life leading

To dreams

To desire and

Realising i must make the most of any chance.







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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