Writing – Robin McNamara Poet

Praise for ‘Under A Mind’s Staircase’

It is always a delight when someone reads and appreciates your work. However, it is extra special when its your first chapbook they are reading. I am truly humbled by the extraordinary kindness of the people below, and I am so grateful. Reading Robin McNamara’s Under a Mind’s Staircase is like taking a journey throughContinue reading “Praise for ‘Under A Mind’s Staircase’”

Chapters

CHAPTERS The tattered book,On the top shelf,This is me. Torn, stained pages,Well read and damaged.Chapters missing. Replaced by gleaming new books,My story within the book,Forgotten and discarded. You pass me by,My musty scent pagesreminds you,Of happier times. by Robin McNamara © 2018

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”

Why write a Poetry Collection?

A friend asked me why did you write this collection, what is it about and what would you like the reader to take away after they turn the last page and find that perfectly prized place for it on their bookshelf? Firstly before I answer that, I decided to get back into writing again inContinue reading “Why write a Poetry Collection?”

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”

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”