Words are not
field-dug hoards
or fragile relics –
to be held offline
in bound spines –
for those educated
and up-it classes
to have – to hold
in cotton gloves –
then returned
to turned keys –
& slid back into
rosewood cabinets –
We will own
our every word
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Mike Bell's expanding collection of poems is his ongoing response to actual moments – conjured memories – and a fearful future.
His ambition is to publish 10,000 poems, and then take a nap.
His writing continues to be reproduced in various formats and journals – he also throws himself out there in occasional readings – open mics and poetry sessions – when his body is willing.
Mike Bell is found working for money as a freelance set designer.
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