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’”
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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”
Desolation
Metallic silver skies shading the hour that’s come with an un-future day scrape the minutes together with copper dreams of tomorrow’s gold Oh don’t you see the folly of a thousand byes fading the night that came in my out of season grey escape the hours forever with the false dreams sold Oh can’t youContinue reading “Desolation”
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”
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
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”
Dead Sail
Dead Sail You ghosted across thewaters with a dead,windless sail/silently through the stillnessof unbroken waters.Navigating your waywithout/stars nor compass,towards sirens uponbroken shores of rocksof a promised harbor.Temptress played her flute,sailor boy’s mermaidscome calling. by Robin McNamara © 2019
Frost’s Pen
Frost’s Pen The weirdness ofWeirdest of suchUnaccountable thingsIn life/ like you the thingthat sways the penof my darkest heartTo make it bleed the poetryI write/ while at nightsleep is forsaken/the pen had taken thepage less read/ and thatMade the difference. by Robin McNamara © 2019