Black Petals Issue #98 Winter, 2022

Joseph Danoski: Joe Schmoe & Jayne Doe

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Worm Food-Fiction by Michael Dority
Bells in the Woods-Fiction by Richard Brown
The Smiling Dead-Fiction by Guido Eekhaut
Beneath-Fiction by Samantha Brooke
The Reality Engine-Fiction by M.T. Johnson
Bug-Fiction by David Starobin
The Family Upstairs-Fiction by Ally Schwam
Hoola-Fiction by Lamont A. Turner
The Barber Shop-Fiction by Roy Dorman
On the Corner of 15th and Jackson-Fiction by Kat Vatne
Prisoners-Fiction by Paul Lee
Twinkles-Flash Fiction by Cindy Rosmus
Party-Time Trio-Flash Fiction by Hillary Lyon
Shadowed Soul-Flash Fiction by Jess Boaden
5G Generation-Poem by Joseph Danoski
Creature of Habit-Poem by Joseph Danoski
Joe Schmoe & Jayne Doe-Poem by Joseph Danoski
The World-Poem by S. Wiseman-Rose
Exquisite Corpse-Villanelle-Poem by S. Wiseman-Rose
Edwardian-Poem by S. Wiseman-Rose
Bloody Fingers-Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
Pathway Down-Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
Another Red Nightmare-Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
The Avenue of Pines (Re-visited)-Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
Lover's Meadow-Poem by Brielle Amick
Scarecrow in Female-Poem by Meg Smith
Regards to Buzzards-Poem by Meg Smith
Failed Conjuring-Poem by Meg Smith
Missing Among Wildflowers-Poem by Meg Smith
Lords of Extinction-Poem by Meg Smith

                                  Joe Shmoe & Jayne Doe


Joseph Danoski


Just another John Doe; actually, Joe Shmoe,

According to the tag hanging from his toe.

Right place at the wrong time, or wrong place right;

Chalk line on the sidewalk one crime-scene night.


He’s lying beside a looker, name: Jayne Doe;

At least that’s what the tag says on her toe.

The coroners flip coins, but still can’t decide

If she’s a ‘silk stalking’ or suicide.


He remembers her from the days of his life;

Thought that someday she’d be a perfect wife.

The girl he worked with at the high school lab;

They went to lunch once, and he paid the tab.


Indeed she would have made a perfect wife;

Lying quietly beneath the surgeon’s knife.

The mortician gives perfect tints to her skin;

Joe is looking sad in the skin he’s in.


Years later in the city, they shared a cab;

The girl he worked with in chemistry lab.

His life had been drab, and hers had been fab;

Again they parted ways, he paid the tab.


The last time that he saw her was in rehab;

He hadn‘t seen her since they shared the cab.

Life gives us chances,

But three strikes, you’re out;

And that’s what this poignant song is about.


They each rest comfortably in their body bag;

His life was a bitch, her demise a drag.

But even in death their lives seem to entwine,

For one last time at the end of the line.

Joseph V. Danoski is a writer of letters and essays on diverse subjects, with strong opinions on many topics. A poet of horror, science fiction, and fantasy; he has been  published in journals and webzines both in America and abroad. Various publications include Scavenger’s Newsletter, Pegasus, Red Owl, The Ultimate Unknown, Penny Dreadful, Pivot, Psychopoetica (UK), The Nocturnal Lyric, The Quest (India) The Aurorean, The Mentor & Masque Noir (Australia), Twilight Ending, Talvipaivanseisaus (Finland) The Romantics Quarterly, Hadrosaur Tales, Endemoniada, Northern Stars Magazine, The NeoVictorian/Cochlea, Frisson, Black Petals, Outer darkness, Sanitarium magazine, The Horror Zine. Other activities include being a multi-instrumentalist, songwriting, and recording original music. Joseph currently resides in Berlin, New Hampshire. Dojonaki05@Gmail.Com

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