The Hedgehog Poetry Press

I am very proud to have Hedgehog Poetry Press as the publishers of my debut Chapbook,, ‘Under A Mind’s Staircase’. This wonderful press has a motto ‘There is a Madness in our Method’. They certainly have helped me find my way in creating my chapbook. The Hedgehog Poetry Press launched in October 2017. Their firstContinue reading “The Hedgehog Poetry Press”

Dropped the Moon

I was so happy to get to speak with Joe Cushnan, who runs the ‘Dropped the Moon’ website. A blog of words, wandering thoughts, supportive posts applauding work by creative people and sprinklings of life’s bric-a-brac. He is AVAILABLE FOR FREELANCE WRITING COMMISSIONS! Just to let you that is. Why not contact joecushnan@aol.com is youContinue reading “Dropped the Moon”

Splendid Isolation of Different

One day the shepherdtended to his flock,up in the highest mountain.But away from all the others,was a solitary sheep—It was different from all the others.It wouldn’t answer to theshepherd’s call to return from the mountain.‘It must see something I can’t see’—mused the shepherd.So he left his flock.Happily grazing away on the sparse grassin the foothillsContinue reading “Splendid Isolation of Different”

The Critic

The Critic Expansive dreams grow wild:words are drowned in verbosity. (Firing up the appetency for acceptance.) I cast a dream catcher for thosespecial words with an iridescence angle. Critics with their parochial musings,Have: your fractiousness asDistasteful, with their laconic smirks. What do they know,What do they know. by Robin McNamara © 2020

When We Were In Lockdown

When We Were In Lockdown In the yellowed skies  translucent with ivory stars  there lay peace.  I sat on the back door steps  staring up at constellations  mapping my destiny; so far away  like shivering lights.  Moonlight blankets the garden  with graceful light.  Come, come the winters call,  The squall yet to arrive. Cold, cold dew theContinue reading “When We Were In Lockdown”

Halloween Fear

HALLOWEEN FEAR Demons howl and banshees screechAs the dead are alive again.Little children with their sugar rushSaying, “trick or treat?”Michael Myers knocks on your doorIt’s not really him is it? Maybe..Twilight moon illuminatesdecaying trees with branchesPointing skywards accusinglyTowards the night time skies,Full of witches on broomsticks.The fear is near as a man quite grimBegins toContinue reading “Halloween Fear”

In the Quiet Space

In the Quiet Space. Listen: to the quietness.It’s deafening/unsettling/unique.The commercial corridors,whistles/bells/horns and radio- gone.Streets in the quiet space,echoing:“Hello lo lo lo.”Catch the dregs of last crowds sunquickly—comes the darkness/quietness.Empty streets echo out;“Where are you all?”Weeded in a new-apocalypse-look,The window shops showingOut of season looks.But In this quite space I found myself. by Robin McNamara ©Continue reading “In the Quiet Space”