Black Petals Issue #101 Autumn, 2022

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The Wolves are Coming: Fiction by Mauri Orr Stone
Abduction: Flash Fiction by Laura Nettles
I'm Your Garlic:Flash Fiction by Ron Capshaw
Ho/Ma:i - (Ho-maaa-ee): Flash Fiction by Rani Jayakumar
Mona Wants to Die, but She Lets the Weather Decide:Flash Fiction by Riham Adly
The Cookie Crumbles: Flash Fiction by Cindy Rosmus
The Right Knife: Flash Fiction by David Barber
A Devilish Matter of Disinvitation: Poem by Carl E. Reed
Abhor the Light!: Poem by Carl E. Reed
Shadow House-A Writer's Retreat: Poem by Carl E. Reed
Accursed Personae: Three excerpted Poems by Isaac Stackhouse Wheeler
Remember When We Watched "Kill Bill" Together: Poem by C. Renee Kiser
I Die, You Die: Poem by Joseph V. Danoski
Northbound Train: Poem by Joseph V. Danoski
The Haunted Liquor Cabinet: Poem by Joseph V. Danoski
The Candlelight Killer: Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
Wooden Soldiers: Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
The Curse of Verse: Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
When a Star Dies: Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker

Joseph V. Danoski: I Die, You die

I Die, You Die

 

Joseph V. Danoski

 

 

 

My shadow you see, has a mind of its own,

And it’s hard to believe how much it’s grown;

Taking off from me down the autumn street,

And running away on its stalking feet.

 

It wants to take credit for the things I’ve done,

And have its name on the trophies I won.

Lately it’s growing and gaining control;

All these late hours are taking their toll.

 

The more that you live, the more that I die;

If I am the truth, then you are the lie.

But for now we’ll let those sleeping dogs lie;

Just remember my friend--I die, you die.

 

Life is a battle between shadow and light,

And my world is a dead and empty night.

It all began with an innocent game;

A little spark that ignited a flame.

 

It was born from my dark and serious side;

The mysterious twin I have to hide.

When the night descends and the dark is deep,

Another crime spree and the time to creep.

 

The more that I live, the more that you die;

If you are the truth, then I am the lie.

But for now we’ll let those sleeping dogs lie;

Just remember my friend--I die, you die.

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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