The Fish Anthology 2019 will be launched as part of the West Cork Literary Festival (July 2019).
All of the writers published in the Anthology are invited to read at the launch.
Top 10 stories will be published in the FISH ANTHOLOGY 2019.
1st prize: €1,000
2nd: a week in residence at Anam Cara Writer’s and Artist’s Retreat.
3rd:€200
Comments on the top 3 winning poems are from Billy Collins (below), who we sincerely thank for lending his time and experience to judge the prize.
Congratulations to the nine winning poets (one of the poets, Alex Grant, has two poems selected) and also to the poets whose poems made the short-list of 56, and to the poets who made the long-list of 183. Total entry was 1,641.
The overall winning poem Not My Michael Furey, by A.M. Cousins (link).
More about the nine winning poets (link).
Selected by poet, Billy Collins, to be published in the Fish Anthology 2019
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Anne Cousins |
Not My Michael Furey |
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SECOND |
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Stephen de Búrca |
The Morning I Read Yesterday’s |
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THIRD |
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Colette Tennant |
Rehearsals |
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HONORARY MENTIONS |
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Judith Janoo |
Sugar Kelp |
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Kerry Rawlinson |
Kindling |
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Soma Mei |
No Results for that Place |
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Alex Grant |
Raiding my Dead Mother-in-Law’s Pharmaceuticals |
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Alex Grant |
That One Time I Decided To Be All About Eschewing Obfuscation |
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Leah C Stetson |
Capes and Daggers |
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John Michael |
Tequila Sunrise? |
BILLY COLLIN’S COMMENTS ON THE TOP THREE:
Not My Michael Furey by Anne Cousins
‘After immediately contextualizing itself with its reference to Joyce’s “The Dead,” this poem uses a deceptively simple diction to invite the reader into the mind and heart of its charmingly girlish narrator. Not a word is wasted in the clean, spare lines of this beguiling, bittersweet poem.’ – Billy Collins
The Morning I Read Yesterday’s ‘Daily Mirror’ by Stephen de Búrca
‘A clever take-off on Frank O’Hara’s startlingly everyday elegy for Billie Holiday, this poem even looks like the original. It’s most like O’Hara’s in that the elegy becomes the moment of the news (both in newspapers) of death, rather than a later meditation on the significance of the loss. The poem’s finest accomplishment is the delicate balance it maintains between the levity of satire and the gravity of the loss of an irreplaceable person.’ – Billy Collins
Rehearsals by Colette Tennant
‘Two stanzas are just the right form for this poem which moves from regrets about one’s mother to the more venial sins of childhood before circling back to the hypnotized mother’s vision of her own dying. Remorse may run wild, but the fresh images (“snot-angry bull,” “gaudy apple”) stabilize this unsettling and nicely unresolved poem.’ – Billy Collins
WINNING POEM:
by Anne Cousins
After James Joyce.
While the girls watched the boys kick a ball
on a scuffed patch of earth behind the school,
I hid in the pre-fab hut that served
as library and refuge to the bashful.
There was shelter among chipboard shelves
where books offered solace to a child
weary of feigning interest in the chatter
of fashion and elusive boyfriends.
Here were English girls learning life-lessons
in progressive boarding-schools; young women
in the Chalet novels bravely dodged Nazis;
and Miss Heyer’s Regency heroines –
all sprig muslin and beribboned bonnets –
were tastefully romanced by young bucks,
with chequered pasts and endless supplies
of starched cravats, who drove fast phaetons
and could tame a giddy young filly
with one smouldering, masterful glance.
Sometimes I saw a boy near the Crime shelf –
barely thirteen, fingers and teeth nicotined
as a man’s. Once we talked and he held out
his yellow hands to show their tremor –
he suffered with the nerves – he liked a thriller,
a mystery to solve, Poirot was the best.
I preferred Miss Marple’s investigations
among the murdering genteel classes.
If I ever thought of him after that
I would have imagined him on his tractor,
the cab filled with smoke as he turned the sod
in neat lines on his father’s beet-field.
Some years later, my mother wrote me –
the priest had called his name at mass,
requested prayers for his soul’s repose;
she heard the talk at the chapel-gate –
he was found in the barn, no mystery
how his life of hardship came to an end.
He was not my Michael Furey, never
my tender young love but I think of him
often – in a makeshift library long ago,
wits pitted against a fictional detective
and a small, shy girl for company.
MORE ABOUT THE WINNERS:
ANNE COUSINS was born in 1958 and has lived most of her life in Wexford Town. The arrival of her first grandchild in 2013 brought the realization that she was not getting any younger and she decided to run away and join the MA (Creative Writing) class in UCD. Her plan to write a perfect short story was scuppered by her conversion to poetry. She is working on her first collection and her work can be found in various literary magazines including Poetry Ireland Review, The Stinging Fly, and on the website Poethead. |
STEPHEN DE BÚRCA is working towards an MFA in poetry at the University of Florida under the guidance of Ange Mlinko. From Galway City, Stephen has worked at art-residencies in Iceland and the Netherlands. His poetry has previously appeared in publications such as Crannóg and Skylight47. |
COLETTE TENNANT, along with being an English Professor, plays keyboard in a garage band with a twenty-two-year-old drummer and a millionaire on the sax. At her university, she leads a group of student poets called Stinky Bagels. She lives in Oregon, one hour from the Cascade Mountains to the east, one hour from the Pacific Ocean to the west. Her most recent book, Religion in The Handmaid’s Tale: a Brief Guide will be published in September, 2019. On a recent DNA test, she found out she’s 80% Irish. |
JUDITH JANOO lives in Vermont, US, near the Canadian border where the smoke plume from her chimney goes straight up on cold days. She grew up by the sea rowing a dinghy before she rode a bike. Teaching yoga nidra, she sometimes puts others to sleep, which is not her intention in poetry. She sings to warblers and chickadees in the voice she hears, and thinks that they are singing back. |
Decades ago, autodidact & bloody-minded optimist KERRY RAWLINSON gravitated from sunny Zambian skies to solid Canadian soil, nurturing family and a career in Architectural Design. Fast-forward: she follows Literature & Art’s Muses around the glorious Okanagan, still barefoot, her patient husband ensuring she’s fed. Her photo-artwork, poetry & flash fiction have won contests, and feature in international literary publications. Kerry has become addicted to Canadian snowscapes; but she still pines for Zambian avacados. http://kerryrawlinson.tumblr.com/; @kerryrawli |
SOMA MEI SHENG FRAZIER, like the speaker in No Results for that Place, is between homes—relocating from California, where she’s served as a San Francisco Library Laureate, to New York, for a professorship at SUNY Oswego. Frazier’s sweet tooth demands sugar in everything but poetry and prose. Her work has earned nods from authors and entities ranging from Nikki Giovanni to Daniel Handler; HBO and Zoetrope: All-Story to Glimmer Train and the Mississippi Review. |
ALEX GRANT has been a shepherd, a dental technician, a rope-maker, an electro-plater, an optical technician, a software applications developer and a Business Solutions Architect. He has released five poetry collections and has received The Pavel Srut Poetry Fellowship, The Kakalak Poetry Prize, The Randall Jarrell Chapbook Prize and The Oscar Arnold Young Award. He was included in Best New Poets 2007. A native Scot, he lives in North Carolina with his wife, his dangling participles and his Celtic fondness for excess. |
LEAH C STETSON writes poetry at Nixie’s Vale beside a black-ash seep and a vortex. Eco-heroine and spiritual mermaid, Leah’s love of writing spawned at the mouth of the Sheepscot River in Maine. She holds a master’s degree in human ecology. Her writing has appeared in Arsenic Lobster, Off the Coast, Sea Stories: the Littoral Issue. Leah is a Research Fellow in the Interdisciplinary PhD program at University of Maine in a tenacious pursuit of deep, Romantic ecology. |
JOHN MICHAEL RUSKOVICH “Mike” Ruskovich taught high school English in northern Idaho for 36 years, and now he lives with his wife on the Camas Prairie near Grangeville, ID. His poetry has appeared in The Classical Poets Society journal, and his song lyrics appear throughout the novel Idaho, written by his daughter and published by Random House in 2017. Her essay about his poetry, titled “The Weight of My Father’s Poems,” can be found on LitHub. |
(alphabetical order)
There are 56 poems in the short-list. The total entry was 1,641.
TITLE |
FIRST NAME |
LAST NAME |
Kintsukuroi |
Gail |
Anderson |
Observation |
Valerie |
Bence |
Nancy saw you dancing |
Jackie |
Bennett |
No natural law |
Jackie |
Bennett |
Out There In The Rain |
Carole |
Berkson |
Ode to Sex with You |
Michelle |
Bitting |
Pinball |
Dean |
Browne |
Requiem |
patricia |
cantwell |
Not my Michael Furey |
A.M. |
Cousins |
A Poet’s Guide to Photography: The Bokeh |
Johnna |
Crawford |
The Morning I Read Yesterday’s ‘Daily Mirror’ |
Stephen |
de Búrca |
Seasalted |
Elaine |
Desmond |
MAN POEM WITH A KNIFE |
Judy |
Durrant |
Blackout |
Diane |
Fahey |
Climate Change |
Mary |
Fitzpatrick |
No Results for That Place |
Soma Mei Sheng |
Frazier |
octopus in the room |
Dean |
Gessie |
Raiding My Dead Mother-in-Law’s Pharmaceuticals |
Alex |
Grant |
That One Time I Decided To Be |
Alex |
Grant |
Minutiae |
Rosalind |
Hudis |
Room 764 |
Peter |
Hudson |
Ringing the Changes |
Steven |
Jackson |
Sugar Kelp |
Judith |
Janoo |
Man of Ice |
PETER UALRIG |
KENNEDY |
CLOSER |
Stacey |
Lawrence |
Doctor |
Zachary |
Loewenstein |
Her Father |
Niamh |
MacCabe |
Stark’s Ink |
Niamh |
MacCabe |
How We Remember Our Bones |
John |
MacDonald |
Upon The Hill |
Lindsey |
McLeod |
Late Hydrangea |
Lorraine |
McLeod |
writing bloomsbury 1924 |
Norm |
Neill |
At Loughborough Junction… |
Christopher |
North |
She’s Wonderful |
Michael |
O’Connor |
Readers’ Night at the |
Judy |
O’Kane |
Closing Time |
Matthew |
Oliver |
Annie |
Patricia |
Osborne |
kindling |
Kerry |
Rawlinson |
Metamorphosis |
Lee |
Romer Kaplan |
Listening for your return |
Elizabeth |
Rose |
Tequila Sunrise? |
John Michael |
Ruskovich |
The Dark Gatherer |
Kim |
Schroeder |
Capes and Daggers |
Leah |
Stetson |
Robert Hugh |
Anne |
Taylor |
Rehearsals |
Colette |
Tennant |
The Bends |
Roger |
Vickery |
Tandem |
Dana |
Walrath |
Rumination |
Angela |
Washington |
Halter |
Grace |
Wilentz |
The Ring |
Sarah |
Wimbush |
Luger, 1948 |
Guinotte |
Wise |
Asleep Before The Fire Dies |
Aram |
Wool |
Roundabouts |
Dorothy |
Yamamoto |
The House of Fiction |
James |
Bowden |
Walking on Edinburgh Hill |
Lynda |
McDonald |
(alphabetical order)
There are 183 poems in the long-list. The total entry was 1,641.
TITLE |
FIRST NAME |
LAST NAME |
Well Lived |
Lynda |
Allen |
Death of an Anchorman |
Savkar |
Altinel |
Kintsukuroi |
Gail |
Anderson |
When I was young and |
Karen |
Ashe |
God must be a polyglot |
Karen |
Ashe |
Decompression |
Debbie |
Bayne |
Green Hall |
John |
Beaton |
bedtime reading |
Taylor |
Bell |
Observation |
Valerie |
Bence |
Nancy saw you dancing |
Jackie |
Bennett |
No natural law |
Jackie |
Bennett |
Out There In The Rain |
Carole |
Berkson |
Ode to Sex with You |
Michelle |
Bitting |
Portmanteau |
Sharon |
Black |
Hearing Joni |
Denise |
Blake |
Upon Hearing Amy Winehouse |
Partridge |
Boswell |
Prayer |
Partridge |
Boswell |
Pinball |
Partridge |
Boswell |
Singing School |
Partridge |
Boswell |
The Optimist Files |
Partridge |
Boswell |
The House of Fiction |
James |
Bowden |
Auld Lang Syne |
Susan |
Browne |
Pinball |
Dean |
Browne |
In Tarry Flynn’s Shoes |
Mary |
Campbell |
Requiem |
Patricia |
Cantwell |
A kiss and a girl |
Veronica |
Casey |
Magnolia Wall |
Veronica |
Casey |
Road Kill |
Helen |
Chinitz |
Autism |
Leo |
Cole Snider |
The Lighthouse |
Colette |
Colfer |
Special Red |
Briony |
Collins |
Moth |
Briony |
Collins |
The Poem That Was Never Meant To Be |
Daniel Roy |
Connelly |
Too Big For This World |
Alexandra |
Corrin-Tachibana |
A Sighting |
Christine |
Cote |
WAKE, Midwinter 1980 |
A.M. |
Cousins |
Not my Michael Furey |
A.M. |
Cousins |
Angels and Witches |
Ann |
Craig |
A Poet’s Guide to Photography: The Bokeh |
Johnna |
Crawford |
Beautiful Lofty Things |
C |
DALLAT |
If Dogs Had Hands |
Claudia |
Daventry |
Crépuscule |
Claudia |
Daventry |
The Morning I Read Yesterday’s ‘Daily Mirror’ |
Stephen |
de Búrca |
Seasalted |
Elaine |
Desmond |
Breastfeed |
Koraly |
Dimitriadis |
Requiem |
Marylou |
DiPietro |
Gravediggers’ Strike, New York, 1970 |
Susan |
DuMond |
MAN POEM WITH A KNIFE |
Judy |
Durrant |
After Learning that Derek Killed Himself, |
Teresa |
Dzieglewicz |
in the shadows of the past |
Jo |
Ellis |
Blackout |
Diane |
Fahey |
Choices |
Laila |
Farnes |
The Superintendent’s Report |
Frank |
Farrelly |
Goreme (and elsewhere) |
Michael |
Farren |
How to |
Stephanie |
Feeney |
Epiphany |
Peter J |
Filkins |
TURN AROUND |
Steven |
Finley |
between the silences |
James |
Finnegan |
Climate Change |
Mary |
Fitzpatrick |
Will You Please |
Lili |
Flanders |
a small poem |
Danielle |
Fontaine |
No Results for That Place |
Soma Mei Sheng |
Frazier |
Leviathan |
Maureen |
Gallagher |
octopus in the room |
Dean |
Gessie |
The Metaphysics of Flight |
Carmine |
Giordano |
Hazel the Color (An Irish Song) |
Ellen |
Girardeau |
Cosmic Joke |
Alex |
Grant |
Raiding My Dead Mother-in-Law’s |
Alex |
Grant |
That One Time I Decided To Be |
Alex |
Grant |
Late-Night Gardening |
Jonathan |
Greenhause |
How We’re Methodically Picked Off |
Jonathan |
Greenhause |
Proposal in Alappuzha |
Shay |
Griffin |
Identity |
Arlene |
Grubbs |
And your text said |
Stuart |
Handysides |
Three Questions for the Buddha |
David |
Hargreaves |
Gull-Woman |
David |
Hargreaves |
That Feeling When…California is on Fire |
Matt |
Hohner |
Minutiae |
Rosalind |
Hudis |
Room 764 |
Peter |
Hudson |
Your Feet (A Lament) |
Isabel |
Huggan |
The Names of Seaweed and |
Mandy |
Huggins |
Dressing Room |
Penelope |
Hughes |
Eurydice |
Garrett |
Igoe |
Ringing the Changes |
Steven |
Jackson |
Sugar Kelp |
Judith |
Janoo |
The Missing |
Des |
Kavanagh |
The Venus Effect |
John D. |
Kelly |
Dance of the Machete |
Sarah |
Kelly |
Man of Ice |
PETER UALRIG |
KENNEDY |
In Traction |
Jay |
Kidd |
Vermont Moment |
Mel |
Konner |
The Politics of Seeing |
Judith |
Krause |
The London Ladies Pond in February |
Judith |
Krause |
Last Days |
Francesca |
La Nave |
Hiding from Daddy |
Ashley |
Lancaster |
SPARED |
Stacey |
Lawrence |
CLOSER |
Stacey |
Lawrence |
Forgotten Things |
Sarah |
Levine |
The Butcher’s Thumbs |
Deborah |
Livingstone |
Doctor |
Zachary |
Loewenstein |
Opossum Nights |
sandra |
longley |
Her Father |
Niamh |
MacCabe |
Stark’s Ink |
Niamh |
MacCabe |
How We Remember Our Bones |
John |
MacDonald |
Astronautical |
Anna |
Mae |
Diving |
Jessica |
Malcom |
Mornings At Carrowniskey |
Kilcoyne |
Marian |
FINDING JOYCE |
JOHN |
MCCABE |
Half-Mass |
Kevin |
McCarthy |
Five Seven Five |
Lynda |
McDonald |
Tokens |
Lynda |
McDonald |
Cartier-Bresson takes Sunday Communion |
Lynda |
McDonald |
Walking on Edinburgh Hill |
Lynda |
McDonald |
Prairie 1861 |
Christine |
McDonough |
Wonder |
Lorraine |
McLeod |
Upon The Hill |
Lindsey |
McLeod |
Late Hydrangea |
Lorraine |
McLeod |
Indigo |
Bruce |
Meyer |
Ants |
Bruce |
Meyer |
The Best Time to Grow a Beard |
Bruce |
Meyer |
The Bell Ringer of Iturbide |
Bruce |
Meyer |
Encounter |
sally |
michaelson |
Ledes |
Philip |
Miller |
i was home when it arrived |
Paul |
Mullen |
Almost |
Carla |
Myers |
writing bloomsbury 1924 |
Norm |
Neill |
Small Craft Advisories |
Bo |
Niles |
At Loughborough Junction… |
Christopher |
North |
Winter: Two Mornings |
Bridget |
O’Bernstein |
She’s Wonderful |
Michael |
O’Connor |
Compass / Witch |
Laurence |
O’Dwyer |
Right of Way |
Judy |
O’Kane |
Garryvoe |
Judy |
O’Kane |
Readers’ Night at the |
Judy |
O’Kane |
Closing Time |
Matthew |
Oliver |
Postcard from Galway |
Colette |
Olney |
Evening at Kuerners |
Patricia |
Osborne |
Annie |
Patricia |
Osborne |
Dior |
Romola |
Parish |
Alone in the Kitchen |
Anthony |
Powers |
The One Word I Can’t Seem to Say |
Grace |
Qualls |
Formica |
Maggie |
Rainey-Smith |
Quarryman |
Olivia |
Rana |
kindling |
Kerry |
Rawlinson |
Opposites |
Howard |
Robertson |
Metamorphosis |
Lee |
Romer Kaplan |
Listening for your return |
Elizabeth |
Rose |
At the US Immigration Desk, New York City |
Julie-ann |
Rowell |
Tequila Sunrise? |
John Michael |
Ruskovich |
The Dark Gatherer |
Kim |
Schroeder |
Au Moulin de la Galette |
Derek |
Sellen |
On the Birth of Hades |
Dean |
Shaban |
Middle School |
Derek |
Sheffield |
Her Present |
Derek |
Sheffield |
Geometry Angels |
Stuart |
Smith |
Dear Love |
Lisa |
St John |
The Breach |
Larry |
Stapleton |
Clothesemane |
vincent |
steed |
Capes and Daggers |
Leah |
Stetson |
Wind in a Box |
Andrea |
Stock |
robert hugh |
Anne |
Taylor |
MOURNING SONG |
Avery |
Taylor Moore |
Thankful I Find Her Anyway |
Colette |
Tennant |
Rehearsals |
Colette |
Tennant |
The Poet |
Ann |
Thompson |
Through flame |
Samuel |
Ugbechie |
Once again |
Samuel |
Ugbechie |
The Bends |
Roger |
Vickery |
Seascape |
rob |
wallis |
Tandem |
Dana |
Walrath |
To See |
Andrea |
Ward |
Rumination |
Angela |
Washington |
The Plain in Flames |
Christopher |
Watson |
Ghost of a Flea |
Dominic |
Weston |
The Irish Hunger Memorial, Battery Park |
Grace |
Wilentz |
Coral Castle |
Grace |
Wilentz |
Halter |
Grace |
Wilentz |
The Ring |
Sarah |
Wimbush |
Marram |
Elisabeth |
Winkler |
As If There Were More Than One |
William |
Winston |
Do Not Touch |
Sandra Ann |
Winters |
Anthurium |
Sandra Ann |
Winters |
Luger, 1948 |
Guinotte |
Wise |
Asleep Before The Fire Dies |
Aram |
Wool |
Alhambra |
Raphael |
Woolf |
Imagining the Lares |
Steve |
Xerri |
Roundabouts |
Dorothy |
Yamamoto |
Vivid, astute, gripping, evocative. These stories utterly transported me. – Sarah Hall (Short Story)
In the landscape of emotion and folly, Flash writers are a fearless lot – these stories prove it. – Michelle Elvy (Flash Fiction)
… combining the personal and particular with the universal, each touching in surprising ways … experiences that burn deep, that need to be told. – Sean Lusk (Memoir)
Strong poems. First place is a poem I wish I’d written! – Billy Collins (Poetry)
More… a showcase of disquiet, tension, subversion and surprise …
so many skilled pieces … gem-like, compressed and glinting, little worlds in entirety that refracted life and ideas … What a joy!
– Sarah Hall
… memoirs pinpointing precise
feelings of loss and longing and desire.
– Sean Lusk
What a pleasure to watch these poets’ minds at work, guiding us this way and that.
– Billy Collins
‘… delightful, lively send-up … A vivid imagination is at play here, and a fine frenzy is the result.’ – Billy Collins
‘… laying frames of scenic detail to compose a lyric collage … enticing … resonates compellingly. … explosive off-screen drama arises through subtly-selected detail. Sharp, clever, economical, tongue-in-cheek.’ – Tracey Slaughter
Brave stories of danger and heart and sincerity.
Some risk everything outright, some are desperately quiet, but their intensity lies in what is unsaid and off the page.
These are brilliant pieces from bright, new voices.
A thrill to read.
~ Emily Ruskovich
I could see great stretches of imagination. I saw experimentation. I saw novelty with voice and style. I saw sentences that embraced both meaning and music. ~ Colum McCann
MoreThese glorious pieces have spun across the globe – pit-stopping in Japan, the Aussie outback, Vancouver, Paris, Amsterdam and our own Hibernian shores – traversing times past, present and imagined future as deftly as they mine the secret tunnels of the human heart. Enjoy the cavalcade. – Mia Gallagher
MoreThe standard is high, in terms of the emotional impact these writers managed to wring from just a few pages. – Billy O’Callaghan
Loop-de-loopy, fizz, and dazzle … unique and compelling—compressed, expansive, and surprising. – Sherrie Flick
Every page oozes with a sense of place and time. – Marti Leimbach
Energetic, dense with detail … engages us in the act of seeing, reminds us that attention is itself a form of praise. – Ellen Bass
MoreDead Souls has the magic surplus of meaning that characterises fine examples of the form – Neel Mukherjee
I was looking for terrific writing of course – something Fish attracts in spades, and I was richly rewarded right across the spectrum – Vanessa Gebbie
Really excellent – skilfully woven – Chris Stewart
Remarkable – Jo Shapcott
The practitioners of the art of brevity and super-brevity whose work is in this book have mastered the skills and distilled and double-distilled their work like the finest whiskey.
More€12 (incl. p&p) Sunrise Sunset by Tina Pisco Read Irish Times review by Claire Looby Surreal, sad, zany, funny, Tina Pisco’s stories are drawn from gritty experience as much as the swirling clouds of the imagination. An astute, empathetic, sometimes savage observer, she brings her characters to life. They dance themselves onto the pages, […]
MoreHow do we transform personal experience of pain into literature? How do we create and then chisel away at those images of others, of loss, of suffering, of unspeakable helplessness so that they become works of art that aim for a shared humanity? The pieces selected here seem to prompt all these questions and the best of them offer some great answers.
– Carmen Bugan.
What a high standard all round – of craft, imagination and originality: and what a wide range of feeling and vision.
Ruth Padel
I was struck by how funny many of the stories are, several of them joyously so – they are madcap and eccentric and great fun. Others – despite restrained and elegant prose – managed to be devastating. All of them are the work of writers with talent.
Claire Kilroy
The writing comes first, the bottom line comes last. And sandwiched between is an eye for the innovative, the inventive and the extraordinary.
MoreA new collection from around the globe: innovative, exciting, invigorating work from the writers and poets who will be making waves for some time to come. David Mitchell, Michael Collins, David Shields and Billy Collins selected the stories, flash fiction, memoirs and poems in this anthology.
MoreReading the one page stories I was a little dazzled, and disappointed that I couldn’t give the prize to everybody. It’s such a tight format, every word must count, every punctuation mark. ‘The Long Wet Grass’ is a masterly bit of story telling … I still can’t get it out of my mind.
– Chris Stewart
The perfectly achieved story transcends the limitations of space with profundity and insight. What I look for in fiction, of whatever length, is authenticity and intensity of feeling. I demand to be moved, to be transported, to be introduced into other lives. The stories I have selected for this anthology have managed this. – Ronan Bennett, Short Story Judge.
MoreI sing those who are published here – they have done a very fine job. It is difficult to create from dust, which is what writers do. It is an honour to have read your work. – Colum McCann
MoreThe entries into this year’s Fish Short Story Prize were universally strong. From these the judges have selected winners, we believe, of exceptional virtue. – Carlo Gebler
MoreI was amazed and delighted at the range and quality of these stories. Every one of them was interesting, well-written, beautifully crafted and, as a short-story must, every one of them focused my attention on that very curtailed tableau which a short-story necessarily sets before us. – Michael Collins
MoreThese stories voice all that is vibrant about the form. – Gerard Donovan. Very short stories pack a poetic punch. Each of these holds its own surprise, or two. Dive into these seemingly small worlds. You’ll come up anew. – Angela Jane Fountas
MoreEach of the pieces here has been chosen for its excellence. They are a delightfully varied assortment. More than usual for an anthology, this is a compendium of all the different ways that fiction can succeed. I invite you to turn to ‘All the King’s Horses’. The past is here. Begin.
– Michel Faber
Literary anthologies, especially of new work, act as a kind of indicator to a society’s concerns. This Short Story collection, such a sharp and useful enterprise, goes beyond that. Its internationality demonstrates how our concerns are held in common across the globe. – Frank Delaney
MoreFrom the daily routine of a career in ‘Spoonface’, to the powerful, recurring image of a freezer in ‘Shadow Lives’. It was the remarkable focus on the ordinary that made these Fish short stories such a pleasure to read. – Hugo Hamilton
MoreIn a world where twenty screens of bullshit seem to be revolving without respite … there is nothing that can surpass the ‘explosion of art’ and its obstinate insistence on making sense of things. These dedicated scribes, as though some secret society, heroically, humbly, are espousing a noble cause.
– Pat McCabe
It’s supposed to be a short form, the good story, but it has about it a largeness I love. There is something to admire in all these tales, these strange, insistent invention. They take place in a rich and satisfying mixture of places, countries of the mind and heart. – Christopher Hope
MoreThere are fine stories in this new anthology, some small and intimate, some reaching out through the personal for a wider, more universal perspective, wishing to tell a story – grand, simple, complex or everyday, wishing to engage you the reader. – Kate O’Riodan
MoreI feel like issuing a health warning with this Fish Anthology these stories may seriously damage your outlook – Here the writers view the world in their unique way, and have the imagination, talent, and the courage to refine it into that most surprising of all art forms the short story. – Clem Cairns.
MoreEvery story in this book makes its own original way in the world. knowing which are the telling moments, and showing them to us. And as the narrator of the winning story casually remarks, ‘Sometimes its the small things that amaze me’ – Molly McCloskey
MoreThe stories here possess the difference, the quirkiness and the spark. They follow their own road and their own ideas their own way. It is a valuable quality which makes this collection a varied one. Read it, I hope you say to yourself like I did on many occasions, ‘That’s deadly. How did they think of that?’ – Eamonn Sweeney
MoreReally good short stories like these, don’t read like they were written. They read like they simply grew on the page. – Joseph O’Connor
MoreThe writers in this collection can write short stories . . . their quality is the only thing they have in common. – Roddy Doyle
MoreThis is the first volume of short stories from Ireland’s newest publishing house. We are proud that fish has enabled 15 budding new writers be published in this anthology, and I look forward to seeing many of them in print again.
More12 Miles Out was selected by David Mitchell as the winner of the Fish Unpublished Novel Award.
A love story, thriller and historical novel; funny and sad, uplifting and enlightening.
You only know who you can’t trust. You can’t trust the law, because there’s none in New Ireland. You can’t trust the Church, because they think they’re the law. And you can’t trust the State, because they think they’re the Church And most of all, you can’t trust your friends, because you can’t remember who they were anymore.
MoreA memoir of urban life, chronicled through its central character, Mackey. From momentary reflections to stories about his break with childhood and adolescence, the early introduction to the Big World, the discovery of romance and then love, the powerlessness of ordinary people, the weaknesses that end in disappointment and the strengths that help them seek redemption and belonging.
MoreIan Wild’s stories mix Monty Python with Hammer Horror, and the Beatles with Shakespeare, but his anarchic style and sense of humour remain very much his own in this collection of tall tales from another planet. Where else would you find vengeful organs, the inside story of Eleanor Rigby, mobile moustaches, and Vikings looting a Cork City branch of Abracababra?
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