Perfect Skin

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This skin on my foot
is turning to cratered scales -

like that of F's
re-homed grandpa... /


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By Green Park

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Day-glo tourists and hoary men – stiff in their dour ashen suits – not much has changed beyond Victoria’s cast arches – still a Queen and commoners standoff and watch each other from behind quick net curtains and wrought iron barriers as black cabs and red buses match those travellers’ hopes of a London of...


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