This year’s olive crop
is failing across Apulia
as older-than-Christ
groves are uprooted
to break the spread
of the end of the world
for sun-dried farmers
who bear the dark look
of bereaved parents
at their child’s funeral –
as their questions to God
are waved away at mass –
Their pontiff no longer visits
because Rome is burning
with rumours of disease
promulgated by priests
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Mike Bell's expanding collection of poems is his ongoing response to actual moments – conjured memories – and a fearful future.
His ambition is to publish 10,000 poems, and then take a nap.
His writing continues to be reproduced in various formats and journals – he also throws himself out there in occasional readings – open mics and poetry sessions – when his body is willing.
Mike Bell is found working for money as a freelance set designer.
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