Bradford Middleton
Bradford Middleton is a writer of poems and stories who lives in Brighton on the UK's south-coast. He's published all over the web and in some zines and journals too as well as five chapbooks of his poetry from three different publishers.
About Bradford Middleton
Bradford Middleton lives on England's south-coast in the town of Brighton having been born in London during the long hot summer of 1971. He graduated university late and moved here not knowing anyone and with no money; in those first months and years he began writing stories and poems as there was nothing more to do as the bars were too expensive for his slim wallet.
Since he began submitting to magazines in 2010 he has seen four chapbooks published by Crisis Chronicles Press, Holy & Intoxicated Press and Analog Submission Press whilst his poems have appeared in Chiron Review, Paper & Ink Zine, Section 8, Razur Cuts, Rolling Thunder, Alien Buddha, Evening Street Review, Bareback Lit, Glove, Horror Sleaze Trash, Mad Swirl journals and anthologies. Online he has poems featured at, amongst others, Grandma Moses 'Poet to Notice', Cajun Mutt 'Poet of the Week', Empty Mirror, Runcible Spoon, Rye Whiskey Review, Yellow Mama, Ppigpenn, Ramingo's Porch, Beatnik Cowboy, Bareknuckle Poets, Heroin Love Songs, Midnight Lane Gallery, Work Lit Mag and Zygote in my Coffee.
He occasionally tweets but not too often @BradfordMiddle5.
Books by Bradford Middleton
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A Lost Novel from the Wild Year of 2017 — poem unrhymed
"...this morning was a different matter entirely..."
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Normality Returns — poem unrhymed
"I've been up and down to the heights of heaven and the depths of hell..."
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Sporty Film Talk — poem unrhymed
"With the lock-down on not much has changed..."
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The Struggle Continues — poem unrhymed
"...at least tonight I got the time..."
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Stop Living Online — poem unrhymed
"...Seeking attention Through plastic Social media..."
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I Sit Here, Trapped in My Room — poem unrhymed
Bradford Middleton is a writer of poems and stories who lives in Brighton on the UK
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Work Is Done (At Last) — poem unrhymed
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"...celebrating with yet more beer..."
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Self-Deluded Invincible Humanity — poem unrhymed
"...Destroy this home, not caring about future generations..."
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Freedom at Any Cost — poem unrhymed
"...He stands down on the beach in the midst Of a wild storm..."
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"...playing some shacking tunes for tonight..."
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Back to Bed and Nightmares I Control — poem unrhymed
"...I prefer the kind of nightmare I can watch on a screen..."
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A Life Outside These 4 Walls (Is Possible But Do I Want It?) — poem unrhymed
"...the curtain of lock-down is finally, at long last, lifted ..."
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Smoking Myself to Sleep Again — poem unrhymed
"... Everyone seems angry, down and kinda trying, some much harder than others, to get out...."
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A Different Kind of Saturday — poem unrhymed
"...tonight i’ll stay in, maybe work some words ..."
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Saturday Night, Stoned Alone — poem unrhymed
"...Somehow I know that tonight will end..."
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Waiting — poem unrhymed
"...damn infernal updates..."
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Nothing Else To Do — poem unrhymed
"...right now and probably forever more..."
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What's the Point? — poem unrhymed
"I shave my head when I’m down..."
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Cold Already — poem unrhymed
"...I crave the chance to turn my heater on..."
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Staying In Again — poem unrhymed
"...work tomorrow and then a blessed week off..."
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A Long Haul Day — poem unrhymed
"...Today has been tough..."
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I Been Away — poem unrhymed
"...somehow down the line I got lost..."
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Turning to What? Bed or Madness, Tonight It's a Tough Call! — poem unrhymed
"...The drink will be drank..."
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I'll Go Hunting — poem unrhymed
"...Hunting like I used to in my younger days..."
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Don't Make Me Stand — poem unrhymed
"My knee aches with age..."
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When the Shit Hits the Fan — poem unrhymed
"...The inhumanity of man is just too much..."
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The Music Returns — poem unrhymed
"...Something to listen to is often a wonderful thing..."
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What Are You Reading? — poem unrhymed
"...where did this one come from?..."
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Rested, Looking Over the Wall — poem unrhymed
"...the muse has, it appears, returned ..."
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Joint Ends — poem unrhymed
"...my ashtray is verging on the overflowing..."
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Digging Up Old Lives — poem unrhymed
"...it all seems so long ago..."