Peter Robinson
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‘Nearly No Memory’: a poem by Peter Robinson
Nearly No Memory Myopic eyes with specs’ transparent frames,shy look and wealth of auburn hair,my mother in that teenage photois posed by her dad, both hands behind her head;and I can see him ruffle that hair,patting her head by way of compensation(not being granddad’s favourite)and how I would resent it,mum treated like a child in…
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‘Chocolate Factory’ – a poem by Peter Robinson
Chocolate Factory for Andrew McDonald Like a natural outsider over listed cobblestones to this once mews-like stable block, then chocolate factory, hence its name, on a visit to your studio, I’m late – caught in the rain. It’s accessed by some iron steps and walkways to the farther end, narrow,…