Today I faced up to The Future –
a rather distrustful chap –
he bowed low before my person –
but this man is full of such crap
The Future never regrets –
never stays in the present to say
what his timings hold for us all
and what of ours will still remain
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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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