Launch Feature – Alan Parry

Please join me in congratulating poet Alan Parry on the launch of TWENTY SEVEN. Read on to find out more about the poetry collection and how you can obtain a copy.

TWENTY SEVEN

The Spirit of Morrison Echoing Through Poetry

The collection, Twenty Seven, weaves an intricate fabric of emotion, nostalgia, and vivid imagery that invokes memories of rock icon Jim Morrison. From the raw passion of his musical prowess to the deep introspection of his lyrics, Morrison’s spirit permeates each poem, acting as both muse and ghostly presence.

Beginning with ‘As Children,’ we’re immersed in a world of youthful wonder and innocence, reminiscent of Morrison’s own formative years and his flirtation with the wilderness of experience. The lines, ‘we threw rocks that tore holes in the sun,’ evoke his rebellious nature and yearning to challenge the status quo. The existential questioning, which was a hallmark of Morrison’s lyrical style, reverberates in ‘Lost Innocence’ and ‘I Worry,’ tackling themes of mortality, vulnerability, and the unpredictability of life.

‘Pain Sings Like the Hope of Youth’ captures Morrison’s fervent belief in poetry as a tool of revolution – to be shouted from rooftops and declared to the world. The mention of ‘fields of fizzing flares’ and ‘iron-smoke skies’ draws parallels to the fiery intensity of Morrison’s live performances, setting stages ablaze with his fervor.

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Morrison’s fascination with the duality of life—light and dark, love and pain, life and death—is mirrored in poems like ‘Night-Time’ and ‘Lovemaking.’ These pieces speak to both the electric thrill of the night and the inevitable arrival of daylight. The sensuality and raw passion that defined Morrison’s presence are felt vividly in ‘Lovers,’ with lines like ‘shake the walls & feel violin bows skimming against their paper skin,’ which echo the ecstatic highs and introspective lows of love.

In ‘Backstreets’ and ‘City at Night,’ we are taken on a journey through gritty urban landscapes—a nod to Morrison’s tumultuous relationship with Los Angeles, a city he both loved and loathed. The restless energy of these environments mirrors the chaos and allure of Morrison’s own life.

‘I Dream’ feels especially poignant, as Morrison was a dreamer in every sense, lost in his thoughts, ideals, and visions for the future. Here, the dreamer imagines a myriad of scenarios, from “gambling my days with beer” to the whimsical ‘meeting black & white writers wearing vaseline in their hair.’

‘Regret’ touches on the melancholy of missed opportunities and the quiet yearning for connection—themes that Morrison often grappled with. The desire for solitude, yet the pain of loneliness, are sentiments Morrison knew all too well.

The collection’s culmination, Aurora, stands as a testament to Morrison’s lasting legacy—colorful, chaotic, and graceful. Just as the Northern Lights dance unpredictably across the sky, Morrison’s influence remains, undulating and ever-present in the world of music, poetry, and popular culture.

Twenty Seven is more than a mere homage to Jim Morrison. It is a deep dive into the essence of a rock legend, interwoven with Parry’s own unique voice and experiences. Through these poems, Parry not only captures the spirit of Morrison but also pays tribute to the indelible mark the rock icon left on him and countless others. Whether a fan of The Doors, a lover of mid-20th century literature, or simply an admirer of evocative poetry, this collection resonates with the timelessness of Morrison’s impact, channeled through Parry’s masterful pen.

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About Alan Parry

Alan Parry is a Merseyside-based writer, editor, and lecturer. His writing embraces gritty realism, open-ended narratives, and the musical stylings of 60s girl groups. Published by esteemed platforms like Dream Noir, Streetcake Magazine, and Ghost City Press, Alan’s work showcases his talent for evocative prose and poetry. Inspired by Alan Bennett, James Baldwin, and Stan Barstow, he crafts compelling stories that resonate deeply. His debut poetry collection, “Neon Ghosts” (2020), and subsequent works like “Belisama” (2021) and “Echoes” (2022) demonstrate his creative prowess. Alan’s upcoming collection with The Broken Spine is due in December 2023. In the summer of 2023, he performed his debut spoken word poetry and prose show, “Noir,” at the Morecambe Fringe Festival. With an expanding repertoire and a distinct voice, Alan Parry is an emerging force in literature and performance.

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Survival of the Lesser Flamingo – Poetry Sequence

Due to some let downs with the Tuesday Guest Feature, not being fulfilled for one reason or another, I thought I’d share my poetry sequence Survival of the Lesser Flamingo which was inspired by David Attenborough’s, A Perfect Planet (BBC One Series) and Huw Cordey’s book, A Perfect Planet. The poetry sequence was published with Dreich in 2022.
I hope you enjoy it.


Survival of the Lesser Flamingo

Patricia M Osborne

Inspired by David Attenborough’s ‘A Perfect Planet’ (BBC One Series)


Colony of Flamingos on the Natron lake.

1.

A cloud of pink specks

becomes a ballet of birds

as they dance

            down

            to bright-red

            volcanic Lake Natron

            in groups of ‘Vs’ passing

            Tanzania’s Mountain of God.

The flamboyance of flamingos congregate

in soda crust rafts. They march in unison,

            turn their heads

                                     from side to side

            seeking a mate.

Standing behind a female,

the male flaps his wings

to balance his spindly limbs

as he mounts.

Barks and snarls fill the air–

crouching hyenas bare

bone crusher teeth

at the out-of-reach prey

guarded by a burning liquid ring.

Scooping wet clay with their bills,

parents-to-be build a concave

salt-brine mound to keep the egg safe.

She squats in the hollow,

lays an oval egg, stands, preens,

spreads her wings

and makes space for the male

to take his turn to incubate.

2.

A short pale beak peeps out. Azrael,

the chick, grunts. Shedding the cracked

vessel, he reveals soft downy

grey feathers and swollen pink legs.

His parents lower their scarlet bills, drip-feed

‘crop milk’ into Azrael’s opened beak.

When he bounces around the nest, his parents

know it’s time for him to leave and join

the ever-growing chick crèche.

Speeding to a sprint, Azrael trips, falls

on his head racing fellow flaminglets.

He flaps grey-plumaged wings, runs,

kicks his feet off the ground, stumbles,

tries again until lifting himself at last

into the air, flying high.

Feeding on Spirulina blooms

in salty Natron borders, Azrael’s

plumage and eyes turn deep pink

from the rich protein, glucose food.

The middle of the lake dries out,

pushing the chicklet colony to move.

Azrael follows the procession,

marching on foot for miles, as chicks

of all sizes seek freshwater springs.

Trekking sharp soda surfaces

and sticky caustic mud,

Azrael keeps up with the crèche,

stragglers left behind.



3.

Azrael peers up at the clouds,

a muster of storks hover, forcing

the young colony to move faster

out of danger’s way.

Tiny chicklets linger at the side

of the crèche to avoid being trampled,

but Azrael pushes to the centre, hides

from the phalanx of marabou as they sweep

up dawdlers and swallow them whole.











4.

A parade of flaminglets

prance in formation

into the freshwater spring–

millions of flamingos

greet their young.

Adult flamingo pairs dive,

claiming individual chicks.

Azrael grunts. He lingers.

One couple detect Azrael’s

call, fly down to the flaminglet.

He squeaks, opens his small beak,

they lower their dark red bills

and drip-feed Azrael ‘crop milk’.


Colony of Flamingos on the Natron lake.Lesser Flamingo Scientific name: Phoenicoparrus minor. Tanzania Africa.

Chatting with Lisette Brodey about my writing

I was delighted and honoured when approached by Lisette Brodey, from across the pond, inviting me to take part in an interview on her blog Writers’ Chateau.

Lisette asked me lots of interesting questions, for instance: “Are you an early bird writer or night owl? And do you have any must haves like coffee, chocolates, wine, music or something else?”

To find out my answer to the above question and see the rest of the interview pop over to Writers’ Chateau HERE

I hope you enjoy the interview.

Launch Feature – Kyla Houbolt

Please join me in congratuling Kyla Houbolt on the release of Surviving Death published by The Broken Spine. Read on to find out more about this new release.

Surviving Death

Kyla Houbolt

Dive deep into the Kyla Houbolt’s Surviving Death as she sketches with her words. You’ll find yourself on a journey, each poem a window into raw emotions, from the haunting beauty of fading memories to the vivid heartbeat of nature.

“Before She Diedis a gentle embrace of life’s twilight, where ‘white egrets’, ‘flowers’, and ‘great beasts’ become a dance of reality, memory, and dreams. Then, in “It’s Late and Now”, you feel the yearning of younger days, the soft touch of “young firm flesh”, contrasted with the wisdom and acceptance that years bring. It’s like catching a glimpse of a younger self in the mirror and smiling in recognition.

Now, “Apropos the Latest” and “Fruit” – ah, here’s where Kyla’s playful side shines! The first, a cheeky nod to our everyday ‘sins’, while “Fruit” draws you into the very roots of existence, making you taste a mango as if it held stories of ages past.

With “Love Me Some Coyote” and its sister poem, Houbolt introduces the timeless Coyote – that mischievous spirit woven into indigenous tales. This creature straddles our world and something more ancient, reminding us of nature’s fierce grace.

The raw honesty of “Another Death Poem” and “Assistance” hits hard. They’re fearless dives into mortality and life’s toughest choices. You can almost feel the weight of each word, the courage it takes to pen them down.

Ever felt overwhelmed by the rush of modern life? “The Blur of It” and “Be That As it May” voice that very feeling. They’re like shared sighs over a cup of coffee, acknowledging the chaos but also finding strength in it.

“Abidance” is a still moment, a meditation on nature’s serene constancy amidst our human whirlwinds. And “Imagine That”? It’s pure magic, pushing the boundaries of what’s real and what could be.

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In essence, Kyla Houbolt’s work isn’t just a collection of poems—it’s a universe. Her voice pulls you in, making you a part of her musings, her dreams, and her reflections. It’s an intimate dance of words that resonate deeply, celebrating the wonder, pain, and beauty of the human journey.

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About Kyla Houbolt


Kyla Houbolt has been writing poems all her life, and began publishing in 2019.  Her first chapbook, Dawn’s Fool, was published by Ice Floe press, and her second, Tuned, by CCCP Chapbooks + Subpress. Surviving Death is her third. but then I thought will be her fourth and is forthcoming from Above/ground Press. Her work has appeared in numerous publications including Sublunary Review, Barren, Janus, Juke Joint, Moist, Neologism, Ghost City Review, and Stone Circle Review.

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Guest Launch Feature – Joy Wood

It gives me great pleasure to welcome back my very dear friend and talented author, Joy Wood, to Patricia’s Pen. This visit Joy is celebrating her newly launched novel Dead Pretty. Without further ado, it’s over to Joy.


Dead Pretty

Joy Wood

I’m absolutely delighted to share my new release, Dead Pretty. This book is close to my heart as I actually started my nurse training at the wonderful Harlow Wood Orthopaedic Hospital in the 1970s – sadly it’s now a housing estate. The 70s are a nostalgic memory to many of us (pay phones, The Little Chef on the motorway, and sending our photograph films off to Truprint) – I’m sure the memories are flooding back for you all.

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I’ve tried to recreate the excitement, the hard work, and trials and tribulations of student life in the nurses’ home with a matron who made sure everything was in order as we were only seventeen. Fortunately, she had no idea what we got up to . . . or maybe she did, who knows?

The characters and narrative only exist in my head, however, when writing the story, I’ve tried to recreate the hospital in its entirety, although I have had to use a bit of creative licence as I’m fairly certain there wasn’t a murderer stalking the corridors – not while I was there, anyway.

As always, I’m raising the flag for the many independent authors amongst us. Without the generous support that I receive, I certainly wouldn’t be able to produce a book each year as I do.


Thank you so much Patricia for inviting me onto you blog to discuss my new release, Dead Pretty – that is so kind of you. I know I speak for many authors (and poets) in extending our gratitude. You are a wonderful support to us all – we are fortunate to have you.

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If you’re not yet convinced to order Joy’s book, let me tempt you with this fabulous teaser.

Dead Pretty

PROLOGUE:1977

Killing was a desire that saturated every minute of his waking day. Adrenaline surged through his veins as he fantasised about vibrant, young female flesh trapped within his deadly hands as he tightened his grip around her milky white neck and strangled the final breath out of her. It was an evil, depraved craving, he knew that, but nevertheless, it overwhelmed him. There wasn’t even a hint of trepidation; right now a last kill was as vital to him as water. But the burning question he couldn’t answer was – would he be able to stop at one girl? Especially now he had a death sentence hanging over him.

There was a certain irony that he was in a perfect place to find a victim. A smirk twitched at his lips as he ran his hand along the windowsill of the old sash window, desperately in need of a coat of paint judging by the flaky chippings dropping onto the burgundy carpet. The heavy embossed dark brown curtains shielded him as he peered outside. It was a crisp autumn day, mild for the time of year and his heart rate quickened watching the new intake of excited students as they arrived to embark on a two-year nurse training course at the cottage hospital nestled in the woods.

A new entrant letter would be in each room instructing the students to meet at 6pm in the communal lounge of North House where they’d be told the rules they must adhere to while residing there. Nothing too onerous – it was essential that the nurses weren’t overwhelmed, forcing them to quit. Not when they were the workforce of the future. They’d have to listen to the instructions about quietness, respecting fellow students, keeping the communal kitchen and bathrooms tidy, and using the in/out notice board so that in the event of a fire, they could ascertain who was inside the building. Most would stick to the rules religiously, while others would bend them accordingly. He’d seen it all before . . . many times. And he hated them all. He hated their youth, their eagerness, and their couldn’t care less attitude. Professional training would undoubtedly ensure their lives would change. He knew categorically that for one of them it would. And the reason he knew was because he was going to extinguish it.

The task ahead now was to pick which one . . .

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About Joy Wood



Joy Wood is an independent author living in the quant seaside town of Cleethorpes in North East Lincolnshire. She has written eight books which sell in a local shop and on Amazon. Her first four books were romantic fiction with a crime element; her more recent books are psychological thrillers. She is a registered public speaker and delivers a talk about how she made the transition from nurse to writer (From Bedpan to Pen) in and around Lincolnshire. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys travel and dreams of coming across someone in a foreign destination reading one of her books.

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Launch Feature – Lisette Brodey

Join me in congratulating Lisette Brodey on her latest publication, TWICE A BROKEN BREATH. Check out the gorgeous cover!


TWICE A BROKEN BREATH

She stole his world. He’s got twenty-four hours to get it back.

Although Liam Tallamore can’t remember the first fourteen years of his life, he’s built a happy home with his wife, Carly, and their two children in suburban New Jersey … until one Friday afternoon when everything changes.

While cashing his paycheck, he’s told his bank accounts have been emptied. Once at home, he learns Carly has left him for her first love—one he never knew existed. Most devastating of all, she’s taken their eight-year-old daughter, Rayelle, and is preparing to leave the country. As if things couldn’t get worse, he has no idea where their twenty-year-old son is or why he’s been unreachable for the past two months.

With total distrust in law enforcement and no clues to guide him, Liam hops on a train to New York City, Carly’s hometown. Through the next twenty-four hours, Liam goes on a wild, unforgiving, frantic search through rain-soaked Manhattan, experiencing the brightest and the darkest humanity has to offer. This is the story of a man who refuses to quit, determined to find “a needle in a haystack,” and who, in searching for the children he loves, doesn’t yet realize he’s searching for himself as well. 


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About Lisette Brodey

Lisette was born and raised in the Philadelphia area. She spent ten years in New York City, and now resides in Los Angeles.

She’s a multigenre author of thirteen novels, writing character-driven stories about flawed people. Having worked in the entertainment industry off and on throughout her life, she has been member of SAG-AFTRA since 2012 and works occasionally as a background actor.

Find out more about Lisette Brodey and her books on the following links.

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Guest Feature – Zoë Sîobhan Howarth-Lowe

I’m delighted to welcome poet, Zoë Sîobhan Howarth-Lowe, to Patricia’s Pen. Zoë has come along to blog about her writing which includes her competition winner with The Hedgehog Poetry Press What An Amazing Place We’ve Been To. Without further ado, it’s over to Zoë.


My Writing

Zoë Sîobhan Howarth-Lowe

I started writing when I was five. My very first poem (or so I am told by various family members) was:

Roses are red, Violets are blue, and an Apple is covered in Snow.

It was my love of words, how they tasted in my mouth and spun off the page, which led me to become a voracious reader. My earliest influences and favourites include Spike Milligan, C S Lewis, Richard Adams and Enid Blyton. I loved creating my own stories and worlds, especially ones filled with magic and fantasy.

Writing poetry became a daily occurrence for me when I was at high school. It was here that  I fell in love with Emily Dickinson, Benjamin Zephaniah and Shakespeare. At college my French teacher introduced me to Jacques Prevert and I was challenged to translate some of his poetry as part of my coursework. When it was time to choose my degree subject it had to be creative writing.

I was incredibly lucky to have my first pamphlet published after winning a contest at Half Moon Books. I am sad they are no longer around but so thankful they set me on the way to find homes for more of my books with some amazing publishers.


Love is the way bark grows is a book of love poetry, not just romantic love but all kinds of love, familial, broken, friendship and even obsessive, dysfunctional love. My second book is a book of motherhood poetry. Inspired by my own children as well as all the children of my extended family.



Pocket Full of Stones is my full collection. I knew I wanted to become an indigo dreamer poet the first time I discovered their books. I still am in disbelief that my book was accepted by them! Pocket Full of Stones is a collection of poems about being the weird girl, a collection of dreams and of nightmares. It draws inspiration from all of the moments that went into becoming myself, the difficult thoughts and overwhelming feelings, that when gathered together could weigh one down, like a collection of stones in my pocket.  


My newest title, What An Amazing Place We’ve Been To, is a poetry conversation inspired by a poem my son wrote when he was six. I decided to write a response to each of his stanzas and love that The Hedgehog Poetry Press selected our little book as one of the conversation winners. It arrived just in time for my son to gift a copy to his teachers when he left primary school this summer. We’re hoping to do a book launch together very soon.

About Zoë Sîobhan Howarth-Lowe



Zoë Sîobhan Howarth-Lowe is a Poet & Mum from Dukinfield. She has an MA from Bath Spa University.  Zoë has four publications, a full collection: ‘Pocket Full of Stones’ with Indigo Dreams Press and three pamphlets: ‘Love is the way bark grows’ (Half Moon Books), ‘I have grown two hearts’ & a collaboration with her young son – ‘What an amazing place we’ve been too’ (both with Hedgehog Poetry Press).  

Zoë’s work has appeared in many anthologies and journals & She enjoys attending spoken word events as often as Motherhood allows her.

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Launch Feature – Glisk and Glimmer

Please join me in congratulating Sídhe Press and its team on the launch of this wonderful anthology, Glisk and Glimmer: Poems About Light.

The idea for this collection was inspired by Larissa Reid’s gorgeous poem Glisk.

You can find out more about Larissa Reid’s writing HERE


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Paperback copies of Glisk and Glimmer can be ordered HERE

Or Email

contact@sidhe-press.eu

to request a pdf version.

Sídhe Press are holding a launch evening via Zoom on Thursday 21st September 2023. To order your FREE ticket go HERE

Guest Feature – Elizabeth Barton

I’m delighted to welcome poet, Elizabeth Barton, all the way from New Zealand to Patricia’s Pen. This timely feature also corresponds with the launch of her gorgeous poetry pamphlet, Mirrored Time, which was released on September 1st by the awesome Hedgehog Poetry Press.

My Writing

Elizabeth Barton

Writing is a perilous act. As someone who used to do scary things for a living (I was a professional pilot for 12 years), I quickly became comfortable with it. For example, one of my first poems, published by the wonderful Spillwords Press, appeared on Twitter. As a reward for the publisher’s generosity, I was trolled to hell by a woman who obviously enjoyed getting high on marijuana and then sat at her keyboard to spill her own. The temptation to hang her out to dry was almost too great, but I stayed my hand and redirected my energy into writing a poem, like redirecting a raging wier through a sluice. The poem, Trolls, eventually featured in Amphora. Our Own Mythologies. It is now fittingly part of my rebellious pamphlet All Revolutions Begin This Way.

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I never had any formal training in literature – no MA in Creative Writing or any writing course – other than a solid basic education at primary school in New Zealand with emphasis on reading, writing and ‘rithmetic. State schools in New Zealand were reckoned to be the best in the world at that time. Creative writing was emphasised and I still remember all the poems read to us by teachers at school. At college, a teacher encouraged my forays into poetry at the time – I was 15. But I went on to study fine art and threw myself into an arts career. But somewhere writing stirred.

I don’t know how it happened, other than I woke up one morning and knew I was a poet. It was in 2018, not long after my mother had died. She lived to almost 102! Apparently, this occurrence is common, especially among women of letters. It’s as if it’s some Goddess archetype is at work, a rite de passage.

I love poetry performance. I’m an incredibly introverted soul – I scored 67% on the Briggs-Myers scale for introversion! But poetry and a stage to strut upon is like lightning and glycerine to me. On I go and poom! One result of the poom! effect was winning a poetry performance gig on National Poetry Day in 2019. A more recent effect was silencing a rowdy pub full of Waikato farmers at an Open Mic event when I read my poem The Miner’s Triumph.

View the poem on Youtube HERE.

The Miner’s Triumph features in my latest collection Mirrored Time and is one of my personal favourites.

Much of my poetry concerns the love of nature – and time, self and memory, as one reviewer aptly put it.

About Elizabeth Barton

Elizabeth Barton is an artist and poet from New Zealand whose work is featured in numerous Journals, including Spillwords.com, Fevers of the Mind, Pink Plastic House, Hyacinth Review, Vita Brevis Press Nothing Divine Dies: the Poetry of Nature, and Literary Revelations Hidden in Childhood. She was a longlisted poet for the 2022 Dai Fry Mystical Poetry Competition, with work included in the anthology. Joint winner of the 2020 White Label Cinq Poetry Competition, her collection Mirrored Time, is published by Hedgehog Poetry Press. Her art is in private and public collections worldwide, including the Prints Collection in the V & A Museum, London.

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