On at Eridge

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

For fuck’s sake then a rummage of backpack zips as his phone alert raises its volume during their fight And she asks him Where are you? Just left Eridge Where? Just left Eridge – On the train When are you here? In a few minutes – In a few minutes – It’s running late And...


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Touchscreen

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Here grandparents struggle with screen-deprived kids unsure of the new-fangled rules on both sides of such fist fights during lung-asking tantrums whilst forever doing term time cover for absent parents – out there – sipping lattes and checking phones under nice parasols in London Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick...


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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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Envious

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

My envy device knows me too well
just from the lightest of my touches -

She is engineered to conduct risings .../


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