Falling Asleep Curling into a question mark eyes shuttered lips pursed hands empty. Dropping through long dusty shafts down into dank cellars. Leaving behind faded day. That last cup of sunlight pouring from fingertips. Lulled by rattling trains, sighs of motors. Bringing nothing but memory into night. Now I will untie knots tear off wrappings opening wide bundles of dreams.
Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary zines such as Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Blueline, Halcyon Days and included in Bright Hills Press, Kind of A Hurricane Press and Poppy Road Review anthologies. She has been nominated four times for Best of the Net.