Guest Blogger: Chris W. Parker
Chris W Parker was born and raised in the north of England in 1974. In his 20s he traveled around Europe, and entertained such occupations as builder, barman, chef, DJ, roadie, sound engineer, salesman, and photographer. Now in his 40s, photography has been his career for the past ten years. Poetry became another outlet for his often frustrated creativity, but has remained firmly as a hobby, and is more often fuelled by whiskey, passion, and lust, and a desire to express himself in ways that would be difficult with his photography.
He now lives in the city of Manchester, UK, pursuing his photography career and passions, cultivating his beard, dreaming of one day owning another motorbike, and still denies that he might actually be a hipster. He would describe himself as a “Gentleman, whiskey and beard enthusiast, poet, miserablist, hopeless romantic, carnivore, and magnificent bastard.”
Website: http://www.chriswparker.co.uk
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Sweet sacrifice.
Several hours a day
Spent silent.
Sad, never sulking,
Surrendering my self
And my soul
To solitude.
There’s simply no satisfaction
In my sour mash and cigarettes.
Only in the subconscious image
Of her smile,
Watching wisps of smoke
Escape from her lips.
Or a bead of sweat
On her slender neck
After sex.
