Joan McNerney’s poetry is found in many literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poet Warriors, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Spectrum Publications have accepted her work. She has four Best of the Net nominations. Her latest title is The Muse in Miniature available on Amazon.com and Cyberwit.net
through time as I lay thinking always remembering how this crapshoot of life crushed my dreams spinning me into an unlikely comedy listening to a busy world trains, ships, planes, never ending hiss of cars revved up motorcycles loud televisions, shouts, radios, alarms, sirens . shifting memories over in my mind trying to find some pattern finally night, long, deep and black covers me with blankets of forgetfulness
This day unrolls before us. I want to scream out against flat skies, tear up coarse air. Put through my paces with long lists of minutiae. Acrid weariness crawls up spine. My eyelids droop shut. Today pulls us forward... pushing yesterday aside. Each night coming faster, faster. Winds blowing stronger, stronger. Cats howl in cold circles as ragged leaves cling to boughs. Rain falls like ebony ink under small pools of light. Darkness gathers close… my own silhouette black and tall slants downward following me through the long night.
Night paints my room black while I listen to raindrops. So many dark secrets written in its black ink. Night is my highway to lost dreams. Cats in the alley screech their wonton lust.