For Tony Rees
Scuttled and wind-licked
we hunkered with beers
under the Shane Warne Stand
as scurried rainclouds toyed
with our long-hatched scheme
for a day of World Cup Cricket
under an English summer –
but no plan was framed for stacks
of latin-named dark formations
And a record was set at that game –
the 2nd shortest world cup match –
ever – and we were there to see it
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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 Mike. We were indeed there!