Loss

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This dopaminergic
cell loss

in the substantia
nigra

of the basal
ganglia...


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Oppugn

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Spent, 
an enured year off
for your partner's slow death,
interrogated by a kid
about the remnants of life..


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St. Catherine’s Sniff

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I do not need to
Travel to California
To be struck by the low reek
From skunks..


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Special Measures

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The text you sent was brief
about that bastard
the man who is paid to stare
in teachers' meetings..


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Of this Island

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We were bound, secure,
tied to that wooden mast,
one made of good timber

imported from foreign states
across the Baltic Sea..


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The English Grandfather in Israel

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

That soft crash of the blown clothes horse
lifted me, slowly, from the sprung chair
to put me, briefly, to laundry work...


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Crow Flies

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I thought I caught
your high laughter
above the babble
of the rear passengers,
those still seat-searching..


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Black Flags

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We aim to steal a shadow
on the blasted sand
of Palmachim Beach,
as we step on seashells..


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The Path in Israel

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I am back here, with my stick,
on that red powder paint path
down to the cemetery,
but the route is now blocked..


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New Year’s Eve, Netzer Sereni

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The heat drove us up to the pool,
that once military water tank,
now a five lane chlorine speedway
of hairy-backed kibbutzniks and kids..


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