Slides under door jambs

pouring through windows

painting my room black.


This evening was spent

watching old movies.

Song and dance actors

looping through gay,

improbable plots.


All my plates are put away,

cups hanging on hooks.

The towel is still moist.


I blow out cinnamon candles

wafting the air with spice.

Listening now to heat

sputtering and dogs

barking at winds.


Winter pummels skeletal

trees as the moon’s big

yellow eye haunts shadows

–Joan McNerney

Joan’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poets of the Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Spectrum.  Three Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications has accepted her work.  Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky and she has four e-books.  She has been nominated three times for Best of the Net.

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