Bryan Tipton

Met with a friend of mine, Tracy, to critique each other's work. I've known her since we took a creative writing class together a year ago. We reviewed my poem, Two Beds, and I received solid feedback on it. Feeling nostalgic for London, I followed the writer's workshop by proceeding down India Street a block and visited Shakespeare's Pub. Ordered a fish and chips, drank a Newcastle Brown Ale beer, and watched sadly as the Cleveland Browns lost the football game in the final minutes.