Number 54

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I am not blood-steamed
by spine loosening grunts
across bare white backs
laid out below Istanbul
on arse-warmed marble
.... /


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Shipping Forecasts

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We will struggle for storm names and typhoons will be numbered in the Northern Territories We will enjoy sequential weather and buy rain and shade covers in equal measure for such events Extremes will be downgraded to normal They will re-define old tide charts re-draw shorelines and flood plains But we will suffer drought and...


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By Love’s Light

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

For LB & JB A lone traffic light beyond Kemptown oscillates with near-nervousness as it instantly switches between colours – older-type bulbs – now made redundant by lower prices and higher brightness – once took time over their slow instructions – But we no longer have that eased luxury as we drive at our uncontrolled...


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The Word for ‘Search’

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This abstruse epoch of endless information
is a virulent strew of ingrowing metadata -
It is thrown wide like blindly hurled seeds .../


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Ali

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This latest named storm
is as magnificently loud
as Seaford's raw shingle
when overturned by tides .../


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First Fall

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

That white fall outside my studio, which kids had anticipated forever, now lay wet, unhealthy, a let down on this small island of crap weather. Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a time, and then take a nap. By then he should be about 85...


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