Her grit-slipped
roads there,
on a tyre-trolled
headland,
of wind-quick
wounded-dunes,
she briefly sat
on a surf-piled mound.
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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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