This is the new issue of the Slippery Elm Literary Journal. Pretty, right?
I'm happy to have a short story and a poem included.
As we descend through the clouds
fires dot the rising landscape. Smoke spirals up
and an odor fills the cabin . . .
Yes, I can't resist tooting my horn, though it's what we writers hate more than anything.
The comparison is a stretch, but I loved being in the marching band, the group better than the individual, the precision, synchronization, and reward of belonging to something bigger than the self. That's what it feels like to be included with other writers more accomplished (all those MFAs) than myself.
Should you want to take a peek, this is the link. https://slipperyelm.findlay.edu/buy-a-copy/
Thank you for reading. Now I'm off for more coffee to offset this cloudy, dismal (no snow) December Michigan morning.