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Ben Barton
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My father is a stranger to me
He never turns-up uninvited
Sitting cautiously on the sofa
Genteel
He waits – never asks
for a mug of tea.
My father hasn't always been
This stranger in my life
We were close, once
He organised my life, an official referee
Strict
He holds my gaze, unsure
if he loves me…
Ben Barton is a journalist who lives in Folkestone, England. A former winner of the Ottakar’s/Faber Poetry Competition, his poems have appeared in a variety of publications including Acorn, Down in the Dirt, Isibongo, Masque, Panda, Parameter, Poetry Greece, Roadworks, Scriptor, Secret Attic, Sentinel, The Ugly Tree and X Magazine. He recently directed a short film for the BBC entitled No One Reads Poetry and released his first collection, The Red Book.
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