Book shout: poetry collections by Bindweed contributor, Joan McNerney

Congratulations to Bindweed contributor, Joan McNerney, on the publication of her recent poetry collections from Cyberwit:

Joan has contributed poetry to Bindweed and was published in the Devil’s Guts Anthology in 2018 and Issue 3 and Issue 7.

We wish you all the best with your publications, Joan!


Joan McNerney – 1 poem




There is a

witch living

on the corner

where the four

roads meet.


Her eye is

evil, her

nose crooked.


She lays down

the tarot


with wrinkled



Asks “do you wish

tea of wormwood

or henbane?”


She will enchant

your mind now

into fields of

wild roses.




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.


Joan McNerney – 1 poem 

Eleventh Hour


Wrapped in darkness we can

no longer deceive ourselves. 

Our smiling masks float away.

We snake here, there

from one side to another. 

How many times do we rip off 

blankets only to claw more on?


Listening to zzzzzz of traffic,

mumble of freight trains, fog horns.

Listening to wheezing,

feeling muscles throb.

How can we find comfort?


Say same word over and over

again again falling falling to sleep.

I will stop measuring what was lost.

I will become brave.


Let slumber come covering me.

Let my mouth droop, fingers tingle.

Wishing something cool…soft…sweet.

Now I will curl like a fetus

gathering into myself

hoping to awake new born.




Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Halcyon Days.  Three Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications have accepted her work.  Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky and she has four Best of the Net nominations.  


Joan McNerney – 4 poems 

While we waited


Hearing daybreak begin in

alphabet chaos.

Forgetting ocean trenches are

longer than mountains.

Our cores hard like moons

listening to rhythm of

dead waters.



The electric generation

watching clocks

push forward on soiled walls.

Worms breeding

from each other. Slimy bellies

dressed in sweat

and polyester.



Weary with longing to pop

out of our skins.

Our anger burns through eyes of eagles.

This configuration of rage.


Fire flying

We realize not a thing is

w   i   d  e   r

than the sky.








His long fingers

search coded panels

buttons cool smooth

attached to glowing screens.


Isn’t he powerful?

The general

          general motors

general electric

and the major, major holocaust?


So admirable

the admiral

can sweep our planet away

in less than half an hour.


Another fact to live with

we can all blow up

in flames.

At any instant

galleries of murdered faces.


All of us born with this

strange dilemma.

Why do anything

when everything is wrong?

Our hearts caged in fear.


The eyes of the dead

are glassy and surprised

staring with open mouths.


Yes and always there is pain

of what could possibly remain.

Perhaps some slabs of concrete?

Is that all we have been building, buildings?




That evening


After the operation,                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

you delirious

my heart torn apart

wearing robes of despair

o so heavy my desolation.


Walking through town

I passed train stations

where homeless

children sleep

…wild flowers plucked

from gardens of grief.


You were conjured up in

my mind as trees draw

your face over tops of

trees blossoms of trees

your fabulous face.


I must somehow

continue to live

in this mutilated world.

What is lost

cannot be found.




I planted my garden



on the wrong side

of moon forgetting

tides of ocean

lunar wax wane


only madness

was cultivated

there underground

tubular roots

corpulent veins


flowers called

despair gave off

a single fruit…


I ate it

my laughter

becoming harsh

my eyes grew




Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle PressDinner with the MuseBlueline, Midnight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Poppy Road ReviewBright Hills Press Anthologies and many Kind of A Hurricane Publications.  She has been nominated three times for Best of the Net.  Four of her books have been published by fine literary presses and she has four e-book titles.