New Fiction, Nonfiction and Poetry

SLATS: The Legend and Life of Jimmy Slattery

by Rich Blake

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He was the personification of the Golden Era of sports in the boom/bust 1920’s and 30’s. Boxing legend Jimmy Slattery: sleek, handsome, lightning-fast. A phantom in the ring, “Slats” soared across the national stage like a comet- then crashed into oblivion. Discarded by the ages, this is the incredible true story of the Irish boy-wonder who captivated the boxing world at its peak.

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SLATS in the New York Times



by Corky Robert

It’s on the wild Irish dawn of a raw March day, 1845, her caul split, her water spilt, the 15-year-old motherless lass begins her labor. And it’s night follows day in skirling cries to God and His holy angels, and the midwife’s tireless urges of, “Poosh doon, lass!” while the terrified girl clenches the woman’s wrist in a grip could choke a Connemara stallion. As a last chance, with hands that’s last shoveled dung from a pigsty, the midwife fetches the magical twig and brushes it around the birth canal. And it’s in renewed tearing and tugging she finds success, guiding the babby’s head to crowning, then the shoulders to turning, and the belly sliding out, trailing a twisting cord. “ ‘Tis a girl!” midwife shouts, holding the babby arse-up, and it toning like a piper at a clan reunion. The exhausted mother, soaked in blood and sweat, and her fierce labor forgotten, fondles the cuddlesome pinkness, her love-murmurs curling warm about it, the like of a smoky flame blown to the wick. The midwife takes up a white thread of horsetail hair. “Plucked,” she swears, “from a yearling filly, under the luck of a spring-tide moon.” She dips it in whisky, and ties the cord in Saint Brendan’s knot. “ ’Tis the drouth I’m suffering for the work I done,” she says, slyly swigging the whisky, grinning down upon the two nestling and cooing. And it’s then she lets a horrific gasp out of her. “God save us all! It’s the curse of the Evil One!” she shrieks, beating her breasts.


Head, Heart and Hands:

Continuing the Handcrafted Tradition of the Roycrofters



In 1976. A group of east Aurora, New York residents with a common interest in their community’s historic Roycroft Campus- and the philosophy of Roycroft’s founder Elbert Hubbard- set in motion a plan to preserve those ideals which had made the campus a center of the Arts and Crafts Movement. 

Today, dozens of Roycroft Artisans and Master Artisans carry on the artistic tradition by creating incredible works of art in specialties such as glass, leather, metal, jewelry, painting, book arts, printing, paper, fiber, weaving, pottery and wood. In this book, we examine the lives of nearly fifty Roycroft Master Artisans who open up about their training, inspirations, travel, goals, proudest moments, relationships to the Roycroft community and much more.



New Story of the Month

Trying to Please

by D.W. Hamil


New Poetry

Crows Nest

by Marc Savett

Many poems take the form of past memories. They are colored through the prism and nourished by the music of the world. Some are there like whole pictures and words that take up phrase and form. The author reaches back into experience, at times allegory or story rings on the page. All the writing is washed with the dream state's diaphanous sphere that saturates the lines with animation and a sense of wonder. Characters in the poems are evil and good. There are bombers, dreamers, environmentalists, gunslingers, and creatures that populate the sensitive ecosystems. The poems bring emotion and life to elephants, rhinos, birds and the human experience. Mr. Savett creates tension, imagining individuals in dangerous situations that recall the author's life experiences.