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The Nomads Of No-Man’s
Land
Joseph Danoski
The nomads marched
Off the morning sand,
Into my yard,
Instruments in hand;
Out of the east
And across the lawn,
Stopping to teach me
The song of dawn.
“We are the nomads
Of no-man’s land,
Our Fate is sealed
By our own hand;
Doomed to wander
And follow our stream,
And travel the desert
Of a dream.”
They told me to drift
And follow my star;
But every star
Is also a scar.
And with the sun
The vision was gone,
Into the dusk
Of another dawn.
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 the US 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, Taj Mahal
Review (India), The NeoVictorian, The Eclectic Muse (Canada), Frisson, Black
Petals, Outer darkness, Yellow Mama, Sanitarium Magazine, A Year of Sundays
2023, and 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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