Brothers

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

So we look alike -
a connivance by genes -
but he smiles under higher
cheekbones
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The Christmas Call

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It is over two decades since we last spoke -
you offered no responses - not when I 'phoned
or when I cheerily arrived at the family home .../


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Origins

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

My three brothers are dead, but two remain quite alive: Here in my small town they will never arrive; both hunched back in Surrey, they’ll not communicate, much like our mother, with her acidic berate: I am, for forever, the accidental one, being that, her error, she shuns her third son.   Mike Bell Poetry...


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