After some deliberation, I have decided to make a couple of major changes to this website.
- I will be taking submissions of literary fiction of all genres and announcements for publication on this website. Please see my submissions and announcements page for more details and guidelines. There will be no pay in the foreseeable future. You will have, however, all the glory that comes with being published on this website. They will probably be published on Friday nights.
- I am changing the name of the website to Slattery’s Magazine, so that the publication credit will look good on the resume of anyone published here.
- I will be focusing less on horror on this website and will be leaning more toward mainstream and popular fiction. That does not mean that I will not publish horror. I love good horror. I will just be throwing other genres into the mix.
- I have removed the pages focused on horror and migrated them to The Chamber Magazine, which is also accepting submissions. The guidelines are close to the same as these, but focused more on horror and on flash fiction.
- I am restarting the Saturday Night Special feature that I ran for 43 installments a few years ago. It will run on Saturday nights, of course, at 6:00 p.m. eastern standard time (11:00 p.m. Greenwich Mean Time–i.e. in London, England). In accordance with the website changes, I will incorporate more mainstream literature into it, though I will initially re-run a lot of the original horror stories until I can find some good mainstream stories. Originally, I ran stories from prior to 1923, the year of institution of copyright laws in the US, in order to avoid copyright problems. I will probably continue to do so. I will focus on what are generally considered to be classic short stories, e.g. by Poe, Mark Twain, Ambrose Bierce, and others.
Stand by for more updates as they occur. Check back frequently.
Nocturne: Poems of Love, Distance, and the Night, a callous and disinterested lover is a collection of my poetry written from the mid-80’s to mid-90s, a turbulent, fluid time in my life in many ways, but especially romantically. I have taken many of the poems written during those years and compiled them into a dark narrative capturing the emotional turmoil of a narrator who descends from romantic love for a woman into a lonely world of alcohol and night clubs, where his only love is the night that envelopes him psychologically, emotionally, and physically. It is about 110 print pages in length and lavishly illustrated with photos I found in the public domain (no, those are not photos of me or of my former paramours).