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The Mother
Liz Lochhead was born in 1947 in Lanarkshire and now lives in Glasgow. This poem is taken from Dreaming Frankenstein and Collected Poems (Polygon, pounds 6.95). Her other collections include True Confessions and Bagpipe Muzak; she is also a dramatist and was recently commissioned to write a screenplay by BBC Scotland and the Scottish Film Council. She is performing a selection of her poetry and dramatic monologues across Suffolk for the next week: Lowestoft, 14 April (0502 562262); Westbourne, 19 April (0473 741435); Sudbury, 20 April (0787 372092); Woodbridge, 21 April (0394 384457).
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