About "Nothing Vanishes":
The voice seldom strives for the distant simile or the arresting metaphor, instead it adds detail to detail with an attentiveness which very obviously cares more for accuracy than effect, and which makes it the more remarkable that long before the last time here you know you are trusting these pages (pages about a lost mother, a fading father, cherished children) as, these days, you rarely trust any page at all. And one more thing - there are love poems here which make most other poems in the category look like cliches: 'I take your hand/ let it shape my words for me,/ your tongue pushing back/ the darkness in my mouth.' - Don Coles
Other Titles by Robert Hilles
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