FICTION
 

• Signs of the Times are Everywhere by Amelia Franz
 
The faded old Georgia-Pacific boxcars clacked and groaned their way down the tracks, singing the same exact song as me, one with no words.

• Odonata on Ice by William H. Funk, III
 
Just beneath the surface,

Wrinkled water sliding overhead

In a death-steady purl of glass,

You wait, arms outstretched,

For whatever the dead current brings

• Blackberry by Suzanna Jackson
 
Sharp flavor first stings

like a slap,

like realization,

like truth.

• Remember by Durlabh Singh
 
It wants huge skies to fly

It wants ruined castles for your dreams

Vast open spaces for its habitations

• The River by Ryan James Wilson
 
You have come to me a stranger.

I will let you guide me back

to the point where we began –

To the point when we were the closest.

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