McNamara : Writing

Friend

Friend

A Poem by McNamara


Tears line the faces, lips bitten kindly For all of the traces, they hold dearer than all of this terrible happiness. As they a..
Untitled

Untitled

A Story by McNamara


Excerpt from something that I'm writing.
The Party

The Party

A Poem by McNamara


Twas a good night.
Etching

Etching

A Poem by McNamara


Internal and external Isolation for better or worse, reflection in certain conditions, memories, morality, stages of change.
She

She

A Poem by McNamara


This holds a great sadness for myself, but also great joy and it is probably the one piece of writing I'm most eager to share for whatever reason. Th..
Contorted Metal Wings

Contorted Metal Wings

A Poem by McNamara


I step to kick in flight upon contorted metal wings, Held afloat with handles and spokes for fancy of intrepid flings. I ride thr..
The Old World/Neighbours

The Old World/Neighbours

A Poem by McNamara


Find yourself up on my street you can guarantee a fracture, Of the skull of the heart or mind, Of all this street can manufacture...
City Streets

City Streets

A Poem by McNamara


I hold your hand and whisper sweetly, almost passing and discreetly, All the words I wish to scream, Above the town and the city street..