Between Townsville and Tasmania
there is every conceivable season
now that the rules have been lost –
my route north thirty years before
faced airline upset – home to roost
and other such haggard platitudes
sit at the brink of my old thoughts –
a recall of North Shore, Sydney where
I wrote my first unfinished novel –
the green opulence under verandahs –
but still a whiff of being at the edge –
But not until Cairns did I finally trip
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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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Thank you !!
Great post 😁