It All Falls Into Place


It All Falls Into Place


Tonight feels like the old times are back

As the smoke lingers on my mind as the

Beer greases these wheels of poetry and

The football offers something worth

Listening to for once and I don’t care the

Only emails I’ve got today are editors

Rejecting my words for all writers have

Days like this and tonight these words

Have come to cheer me on reminding me

The only critic I need to listen to is myself.



Bradford Middleton


Bradford Middleton lives in Brighton, UK.  He is the author of 4 chapbooks of poems, the last two available from Analog Submission Press, and has work featured in a whole host of places including Newington Blue’s recent Bukowski @100 anthology, a Local Gems Press anthology celebrating Walt Whitman, literary journals such as Chiron Review and Evening Street Review, zines such as Razur Cuts and Paper & Ink and online, most recently in Bond Street Review, Piker Press, Poetry Life & Times, Yellow Mama and Mad Swirl.


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