Tag Archives: Joan McNerney

Falling   Down into dusty subterraneous passages where trains race.    Silver rods sped through dream stations transforming tunnels with bolts of blue white sparks.    On a steel car looking out the window. Careening in pitch black. On edge, through trees into lights, crashing fast against buildings.      Forgotten Like a worn slipperContinue reading “3 poems by Joan McNerney”