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Patrick B Osada is an editor, writes reviews of poetry for magazines and is a member of the Management Team for SOUTH Poetry Magazine.
His first collection, Close to the Edge, was published in 1996 and won the prestigious ROSEMARY ARTHUR AWARD. He has seven collections, the last two, in 2017 and 2018, published by D & W Publishing. Patrick’s work has been widely published in magazines, anthologies and on the internet. He published his seventh collection, 'From the Family Album', on October 1st 2020.
For more information about his work and a selection of his poetry, visit :
HOW THE LIGHT GETS IN: collected and new poems
Published June 2018
104 pages, 15cm wide x 21cm tall
"Many beautiful poems in How the Light Gets In’ are written in the best pastoral tradition. Conversely, there is bitterness and grief at what has been lost in the name of technology and attendant materialism. The section called ‘Place’ is introduced by a quotation from Philip Larkin’s 'Going, Going' where everything special in the land may ‘linger’ but will most likely be eradicated by ‘concrete and tyres’. The new world that Patrick Osada is afraid will exist – already exists – is marginal, unwelcoming and toxic." (Full review can be read here)
Mandy Pannett, Amazon Review, 22nd August 2018
Published January 2017
79 pages 15cm wide x 21cm tall
For Patrick B Osada, every memory is like the tip of an iceberg, floating unsteadily above the “submerged” history of our lives... a series of childhood memory poems, most notably the wonderful To the End of the Road ... some perfect moments..."
Andy Croft in his 21st Century Poetry review in the Morning Star.
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From 'Changes' (2017)
And suddenly the season’s rushing on
as everywhere I look there’s bloom and leaf;
this morning more fresh birdsong fills the air
and green begins to show on sluggish beech.
The rising sun has melted, back to dew,
an early mist that blanketed the fields;
and dandelions glow like tiny suns
below the apple blossom’s first pink frills.
Bluebells fill the copse near Wesley Mill
and, in the hedgerows, ransoms start to show.
The old grey urn has been bees’ home for years
as, from the crack, the busy workers flow
to visit more and more enticing flowers –
enjoying sun, dodging sudden showers.
© Patrick B Osada