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A striking performer of her own poems, Ros Barber has the gift of recreating her voice - and the voices of others - on the page. The poems in this debut collection demonstrate her wide range in form and subject and her skill in highlighting the extraordinary within the commonplace. With their leavening of dark humour and their formal dexterity, her poems charm, entertain and provoke. Ros Barber was born in 1964 in Washington DC. After growing up in Colchester, she studied Biology at the University of Sussex and worked for some time as a computer programmer. She lives in Brighton with her partner - with whom she runs a small theatre - and her four children.
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