The story follows two wars and their
ripples, the beginning an unseasonable
winter as foreshadowing to a particular
unseasonable America just as resonant
as our own. Everything here stands as
foreshadowing and lumbering repetition.
We have seen this before. We will
do it again for the same words
in a different order and someone,
somewhere, will write about the winter
it began and pray the poetry tells the
lesson well enough to end the line.
A War Novel
Emma Johnson-Rivard is a midwestern writer of poetry and weird fiction. Her work has appeared in Strange Horizons, Coffin Bell, Moon City Review, and others. She can be found at Bluesky at @blackcattales and at emmajohnson-rivard.com.