The Word Cowboy

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Out with no phone – out without that device which is my ready-coiled rope – a slack spiral – a bracelet looped into a throwable lifeline – unknottable – loose for when needed – for my amateur attempts to lasso my lawless thoughts – Each born-weak twine twisted over many weak-born twines – into a...


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Thursday – Overground to Euston

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We travel sober through London Bridge – below brick arches – on roads cowered by glassy heights – Our cabbie blasts bent-to-smartphone bodies back from near-hits on red-man crossings – it seems that Londoners have now forgotten how to see the threats beyond their implements – We now live hand-to-eye – no longer hand-to-mouth –...


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