Here are the 10 winners, as chosen by judge Billy Collins, to be published in the Fish Anthology 2022
The Anthology will be launched as part of the West Cork Literary Festival, (The Maritime Hotel, Bantry, West Cork – Monday 11th July – 18.00.) All welcome!
The 10 winning poems will be published in the FISH ANTHOLOGY 2022.
1st prize: €1,000
2nd: a week in residence at Anam Cara Writer’s and Artist’s Retreat.
3rd: €200
Comments on the winning poems are from Billy Collins (below), who we sincerely thank for lending his time and experience to judge the prize.
Congratulations to the ten winning poets, and also to those whose poems made the short-list of 65, and the long-list of 247. Total entry was 2,170.
More about the 10 winning poets (link).
FIRST
The Life Galleries, Kelvingrove
by Susan Shepherd (SCOTLAND)
‘Short, but not as simple as it might appear, “The Life Galleries, Kelvingrove” is a poem in five balanced couplets that captures a moment where two experiences, occurring simultaneously, are folded together. The situation is spelled out in the first line: “I’m face to face with a wildebeest and my daughter is on the phone.” The title lets us know it’s a stuffed wildebeest in a gallery, but the daughter’s “hatred of men starting with her father” is quite real. The poem toggles back and forth between the daughter’s loud torrent and the mother’s fixation with the beast, who began in Kenya and now appears shocked to find himself in Glasgow. The phone call ends and so does the mother’s moment with the animal. Nothing to do but leave the gallery to the larger scene of stressed families and gaudy rink lights. And, then, to write this modest poem, which, like the wildebeest, is a means of steadying the self.’ – Billy Collins
SECOND
Love’s Latitudes
by Judy Crowe (California, USA)
‘Love’s Latitudes is a delightful, lively send-up of instructions from what turns out to be a very unreliable teacher of oil painting. The four uneven stanzas, with long chatty lines, contain an imbalanced mix of the practical (“Lay out your fine brushes”) and the absurd (“Always paint the sides of the canvas” and getting the right color for “thimbleberries”). The level of playfulness rises with the discovery that the pitiable student will be painting over another painting and the final work will somehow be suggestive of love. The reader cannot help enjoy being manipulated by the escalation of silliness climaxing in a most mysterious ending where the flowers called coral bells (titanium white) will actually begin to ring. Only in poetry’. – Billy Collins
THIRD
Retreat
by Katie Griffiths (Surrey, England)
‘Retreat begins as a parody of one of those yoga/mindfulness getaways, which ordinarily would be an easy target were it not for the speaker’s interestingly jangled language and her remembrance of another retreat involving ascetic deprivations and self-flagellation. Or was that in a past life? she wonders. In neatly enjambed tercets, the poem becomes stranger as it finds its way. A favorite sentence is “Thank heavens this was August/ and not the springmelt or we’d have been a limblash/ down to Orgiva.” We’re somewhere in Spain, but we’re really in the hands of an eccentric guide for whom the stars “jigged and hornswaggled.” But after her distorted journey, she is returned by poem’s end to almost normal. Eliminating as her identity both Nefertiti and her military uncle, she becomes herself again: a “mother frazzled to the quick.” A vivid imagination is at play here, and a fine frenzy is the result’. – Billy Collins
HONORARY MENTIONS (in no particular order):
Blue Jeans
by Doreena Jennings (Carlow, Ireland)
Gourds
by Caroline Freeman (Mississippi, USA)
Invisible Sisterhood
by Julia Forster (Machynlleth, Wales)
Stickball Cemetery
by Joshua Sauvageau (Chicago, USA)
Tell me I’m Pretty
by Nicole Adabunu (Iowa, USA)
Perfect Dad
by Jonathan Greenhause (New Jersey, USA)
For Leonard
by Cynthia Snow (Massachusetts, USA)
A LITTLE ABOUT THE WINNERS
Susan Shepherd is a journalist from the Scottish border town of Coldstream, where she likes to neglect housework and watch otters in the Tweed. Her first pamphlet, Wood End (2019) was published by Shoestring Press and she won the Poets & Players “Re-emergence” prize in Dec 2020. She was reunited with her late birth mother in County Cork in 1998 at the age of 37 and rejoices in her Irish roots.
Judy Brackett Crowe lives in the foothills of the northern Sierra Nevada. She believes that the right words in the right places—in chalk or air or song or memory—are worth a thousand pictures. She believes in lilacs, Latin, children, raspberries, summer evenings, the red-shouldered hawk and the sandhill crane, the cottonwood and the Douglas Fir.. Her poems have appeared in many journals and anthologies and in her chapbook Flat Water: Nebraska Poems. www.judybrackett.com
Katie Griffiths grew up in Ottawa, Canada (those winters!) in a family from Northern Ireland. Author of the pamphlet My Shrink is Pregnant (Live Canon 2019) and the collection The Attitudes (Nine Arches Press 2021) she came second in 2018’s National Poetry Competition. Katie is a member of Malika’s Poetry Kitchen, Red Door Poets and also singer-songwriter in A Woman in Goggles – a band which, to date, has neither swum nor skied.
Doreena Jennings, member of the award winning Carlow Writer’s Co-op, travelled in 2016 to Chicago and in 2018 to Sweden, Wales and around Ireland to perform her work. She has been published in the Blue Nib, in several anthologies and and is one of the international poets on the PoetryXhunger website. Recently one of her poems featured on KCLR radio. In April 2022 she was the featured poet in Saturday Independent New Irish Writing.
Caroline R. Freeman is a poet born and raised in Mississippi. After receiving her MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Maryland, she has enjoyed teaching writing classes at colleges and universities in Maryland, Tennessee, Texas and Mississippi. She and her husband, Will, are raising a beautiful baby girl, Erin, and a spirited four-year-old, Henry, in Hattiesburg where she aggressively gardens and fancies herself the family historian.
Julia Forster is a novelist and author of non-fiction. She is the Co-Director of The Literary Consultancy’s Being A Writer and she also works as a freelance publicist for independent presses and literary festivals. Having recently completed a Diploma in Spiritual Development, she is training to become a coach, specialising in working with authors and poets. In summer 2023, she’s launching a writers’ retreat outside Machynlleth, mid-Wales, from a north American-style cabin that her husband has been building by hand from larch felled from a woodland opposite the garden.
Joshua Sauvageau was born and reared on the unremarkable plains of rural North Dakota. He joined the US Navy at 20. For six years, he operated a nuclear reactor operator on an aircraft carrier, where, in his downtime, he scribbled poetry in the bilge and against bulkheads. At present, he is a 42-year-old classical music recording engineer in Chicago. He once visited the Corn Palace of Mitchell, South Dakota.
Nicole Adabunu is a young writer interested in the kind of work that devastates. Currently, she is a first year MFA Poetry Candidate and Iowa Arts Fellow at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. She is the recipient of a 2021 Academy of American Poets University Prize, and her poems have appeared or are forthcoming from Poets.org, Writer’s Digest, and The Greensboro Review. She is an avid hater of dog Instagram accounts written in first person.
Jonathan Greenhause’s first poetry collection, Cupping Our Palms, won the 2022 Birdy Poetry Prize and will be published by Meadowlark Books in the Fall, and his poems have appeared in Banshee, The Moth, Poetry Ireland Review, Southword Journal, and on The Poetry Society website. Jonathan lives in the Statue of Liberty and has been voted “World’s #1 Dad” for 9 consecutive years but graciously declines to accept the prize money, preferring to toil in anonymity.
Cynthia Snow’s writing has appeared in the Massachusetts Review, Peace Review, Plant-Human Quarterly, and elsewhere. Slate Roof Press published Cindy’s chapbook, Small Ceremonies. Her fascination with the 17th Century botanical artist and naturalist Maria Sibylla Merian led to a manuscript of poems. Cindy lives in Shelburne Falls and works at Greenfield Community College. In addition to words and stories, she loves to dance, sing, and hike. She likes challenges, especially flower arranging.
SHORT-LIST in alphabetical order. (65 poems. Total entry was 2,170)
TITLE |
FIRST NAME |
LAST NAME |
tell me i’m pretty |
Nicole |
Adabunu |
Our Country |
Vasiliki |
Albedo |
The Monosyllabic Suicide Note |
John |
Alter |
Distance |
Alison |
Binney |
The Last Train |
Andy |
Blackford |
A few beers later |
Peter |
Borchers |
Silent Movie |
John |
Claxton |
Revolutions |
Alan |
Coombe |
At Gullane Bents |
Alexandra |
Corrin-Tachibana |
The day you buy me a Mandarina |
Alexandra |
Corrin-Tachibana |
Safe |
A.M. |
Cousins |
Bone |
A.M. |
Cousins |
Love’s Latitudes |
Judy |
Crowe |
My Mother’s Alligator Pocketbook |
Elizabeth |
Edelglass |
Roadrunner’s Crayon |
Theodore |
Eisenberg |
From Claudia |
David |
Evans |
I Didn’t Know My Father’s Father |
Attracta |
Fahy |
Rear Window |
Frank |
Farrelly |
Resurrection |
Simon |
Fitzwilliam Hall |
Heirloom |
Kate |
Flannery |
Flying north, a war story (revised) |
Stacey |
Forbes |
Invisible Sisterhood |
Julia |
Forster |
Gourds |
Caroline |
Freeman |
My Dad Sent Me and I Got Raped |
Bill |
Garten |
Self Portrait as a Spermatozoon |
Norman |
Goodwin |
The Perfect Dad |
Jonathan |
Greenhause |
Everything, for a Reason |
Jonathan |
Greenhause |
Retreat |
Katie |
Griffiths |
A Trumpeter in Sumy Plays the Ukrainian National Anthem… |
Matt |
Hohner |
At the Missouri Pacific Depot, Where, |
Justin |
Hunt |
Blue Jeans |
Doreena |
Jennings |
Railings |
Doreena |
Jennings |
Secrets of the Gumbo |
karla |
k |
To Abandon A Drowning Man |
Madelyn |
Kennebeck |
An absence of bees |
jane |
killingbeck |
Mr. Smith |
Debbie |
Knight |
I say I want the world to look like poetry again |
K. T. |
Landon |
The Steps of No. 93 |
Peter |
Lindley |
memo to Ginsberg |
Paul |
Lojeski |
The Troubles |
Seán |
Martin |
Sugar Cube |
Aparna |
Mitra |
Wudu |
Ariel |
Mokdad |
The Saoirse-Ronan-Poetry-Plan |
Daniel |
Myers |
The Glam Night |
Beatrice |
Nori |
I Have Kept Your Phone |
Damen |
O’Brien |
Leaving Home at Eighteen |
Eugene |
O´Hare |
All Saints Night |
Patricia |
Osborne |
Sociology |
Kelley |
Pujol |
ON THE EVE OF THE END OF THE WORLD |
Liz |
Purvis |
Ghost Bicycle |
Dilys |
Rose |
Stick ball cemetery |
Joshua |
Sauvageau |
Love |
Robin |
Schwarz |
Petrified |
Diane |
Sexton |
The Life Galleries, Kelvingrove |
Susan |
Shepherd |
Geography Lesson |
Laura |
Shore |
Banana University |
Di |
Slaney |
Petsamo |
Morag |
Smith |
I wear my jewels like a prayer FFP22 |
Morag |
Smith |
For Leonard |
Cynthia |
Snow |
On the Eve of the Piano Exam |
Jean |
Tuomey |
Transformation |
Jean |
Tuomey |
Old Man |
Derval |
Walsh |
The Dogs of Mariupol Address their Former Owners |
Arne |
Weingart |
The Invisible Orchestra |
John |
Williams |
I was never subtle |
Anna |
Woodford |
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LONG-LIST in alphabetical order. (247 poems. Total entry was 2,170)
tell me i’m pretty |
Nicole |
Adabunu |
News from Agnieszka/ & Just |
Mara |
Adamitz Scrupe |
Invocation |
George |
Adams |
Our Country |
Vasiliki |
Albedo |
Love is an endurance sport |
Simon |
Alderwick |
Mother |
Kahle |
Alford |
the drama I missed |
Nick |
Allen |
Selfie, Overheard, Afghanistan |
John |
Alter |
The Monosyllabic Suicide Note |
John |
Alter |
Dad |
Nitsa |
Anastasiades |
Spring |
Eliza |
Anise |
Immram |
Philip |
Armstrong |
Sprung Song |
John |
Aske |
The Other Ones |
Ahana |
Banerji |
Coast |
Tom |
Barnett |
The Boatman |
Tom |
Barnett |
Distance |
Alison |
Binney |
Dreams of Becoming a Local Vegetable |
Shell |
Bird |
The Last Train |
Andy |
Blackford |
The oral tradition |
David |
Bleiman |
Ring |
Gerry |
Boland |
Period |
Laurie |
Bolger |
When the Dish Ran Away with the Spoon |
Elizabeth |
Boquet |
A few beers later |
Peter |
Borchers |
By the Book |
Partridge |
Boswell |
The Return |
Partridge |
Boswell |
Forced March |
Paul |
Bregazzi |
Home |
Nora |
Brennan |
Let there be poems |
Liz |
Byrne |
Dinner For Two |
Josh |
Cake |
Alien, 1980 |
Lorraine |
Carey |
Christmas Day 2021 |
Anne |
Casey |
Flow |
Suzanne |
Chick |
Before Magnolia |
John |
Claxton |
Silent Movie |
John |
Claxton |
Halo |
Colette |
Colfer |
The Glider |
Alan |
Coombe |
Revolutions |
Alan |
Coombe |
Lion Child |
Raymond |
Cooney |
Delirium |
Aaron |
Corless |
Keeping Mum |
Alexandra |
Corrin-Tachibana |
Julie Andrews’ Honesty |
Alexandra |
Corrin-Tachibana |
Snapshots from Beck Hide |
Alexandra |
Corrin-Tachibana |
At Gullane Bents |
Alexandra |
Corrin-Tachibana |
The day you buy me a Mandarina Duck |
Alexandra |
Corrin-Tachibana |
Jewel of a Flower |
Christine |
Cote |
Fairy Tales |
Christine |
Cote |
Safe |
A.M. |
Cousins |
Bone |
A.M. |
Cousins |
The Prospect |
Ellen |
Cranitch |
Love’s Latitudes |
Judy |
Crowe |
A 1981 Sunny, Summer Vacation at Minehead Lighthouse, Ring Old Parish, County Waterford |
Leo |
Crowley |
My Heart Races |
Brittany |
Curran |
Tradition |
Julian |
Debreuil |
Do You Mind? |
Gerald |
DiPego |
Eyass |
Hugh |
Dunkerley |
Fire Lanterns |
Hugh |
Dunkerley |
Leftovers of Life |
Michelle |
Dupont |
My Mother’s Alligator Pocketbook |
Elizabeth |
Edelglass |
Roadrunner’s Crayon |
Theodore |
Eisenberg |
What the angel says |
Nadine |
El-Enany |
The women who wait |
Jennie |
Ensor |
From Claudia |
David |
Evans |
Moon Poem |
Diane |
Fahey |
I Didn’t Know My Father’s Father |
Attracta |
Fahy |
Regolith |
Jessamyn |
Fairfield |
Rear Window |
Frank |
Farrelly |
When My Mother Went into the Woods |
Marian |
Fielding |
Resurrection |
Simon |
Fitzwilliam Hall |
Heirloom |
Kate |
Flannery |
Flying north, a war story (revised) |
Stacey |
Forbes |
The Mentor of the Weak |
Cy |
Forrest |
Some surprising things I learnt |
Julia |
Forster |
When I looked up an ex-boyfriend’s |
Julia |
Forster |
Invisible Sisterhood |
Julia |
Forster |
Gourds |
Caroline |
Freeman |
Me (Autistic and Unsociable) |
Naoise |
Gale |
Disassociation |
Sandra |
Galton |
Treecreeper |
Josephine |
Gardiner |
After Midnight |
Bill |
Garten |
I Lost |
Bill |
Garten |
My Dad Sent Me and I Got Raped |
Bill |
Garten |
The Night Before |
Denise |
Garvey |
Aftermath |
Denise |
Garvey |
Wind creatures scratch the surface of Europa |
Brandi |
George |
Latched |
Ellen |
Girardeau |
I Didn’t Know |
Emma |
Goldman-Sherman |
Self Portrait as a Spermatozoon |
Norman |
Goodwin |
Magnolias |
George |
Grace |
Romantic Heroes |
Zoe |
Green |
Because Writing More Poems Can Wait |
Jonathan |
Greenhause |
The Perfect Dad |
Jonathan |
Greenhause |
Everything, for a Reason |
Jonathan |
Greenhause |
Retreat |
Katie |
Griffiths |
In Heaven |
Krishnanand |
Guptar |
Under and After All |
Peter |
Hankins |
Such pure leaps drenched grass such |
Michele Pizarro |
Harman |
Everything is waiting for you |
John |
Heath |
Deer Encounter |
Mary |
Hegarty |
When I die |
Alex |
Heron |
Sunflowers |
Matt |
Hohner |
A Trumpeter in Sumy Plays the |
Matt |
Hohner |
Midnight Walk |
Laurie |
Holding |
A Cage in Search of a Bird (Revised Version) |
Kathleen |
Holliday |
We Can’t Predict the Last Time |
Lana |
Holman |
Poem in Praise of the Hinge |
Kelly |
Houle |
Argentina |
Justin |
Hunt |
As I Remember It, Mom |
Justin |
Hunt |
How Time Works on the Southern Plains |
Justin |
Hunt |
What We Didn’t Know |
Justin |
Hunt |
At the Missouri Pacific Depot, Where, in 1931, |
Justin |
Hunt |
Goatskin |
Rebecca |
Irvin |
Blue Jeans |
Doreena |
Jennings |
Railings |
Doreena |
Jennings |
Paris Moon |
Dorothy |
Judd |
Secrets of the Gumbo |
karla |
k |
Two is Company |
Sreekanth |
Kartha |
To Abandon A Drowning Man |
Madelyn |
Kennebeck |
Even Though He Is Not Here |
James Allan |
Kennedy |
Pressure’s Down Boys |
Peter Ualrig |
KENNEDY |
For Bob, on his 80th |
Simon |
Kensdale |
An absence of bees |
Jane |
Killingbeck |
Great Grandma Claire |
Debbie |
Knight |
Mr. Smith |
Debbie |
Knight |
Baldwin Beach |
Mel |
Konner |
Frederica |
Alison |
Kreiss |
To the Boys in My Niece’s Fourth-grade Class |
K. T. |
Landon |
I say I want the world to look like poetry again |
K. T. |
Landon |
The First Time, Reclaimed |
Camille |
Lebel |
Not Knowing |
Peter |
Lindley |
When Time Stood Still |
Peter |
Lindley |
The Steps of No. 93 |
Peter |
Lindley |
Memo to Ginsberg |
Paul |
Lojeski |
The Landing of Mars Perseverance |
Angela |
Long |
Given the State of Thing |
Sandra |
Longley |
The Raiment of Saints |
Michael |
Lyle |
The Body |
Michael |
Lyle |
Drift |
Kilcoyne |
Marian |
Test Able, Bikini Atoll |
Jonathan |
Marks |
No Word |
Jonathan |
Marks |
Detachment |
Jonathan |
Marks |
Sequelae to misplaced elbows & other violations |
Shey |
Marque |
Irrecoverable Children |
Shey |
Marque |
Insects Turning into Women |
Sophia |
Marshall |
White Rhyme |
Sophia |
Marshall |
One Time Me and the Dog Swam With |
Michael |
Martin |
The Troubles |
Seán |
Martin |
What I Do |
Wende |
McCabe |
Knollwood Way |
Wende |
McCabe |
Jam |
Aparna |
Mitra |
Sugar Cube |
Aparna |
Mitra |
this is not a protest poem |
Katrina |
Moinet |
Wudu |
Ariel |
Mokdad |
there was a boy |
Ewan |
Monaghan |
When I think about leaving this body behind– |
Judith |
Montgomery |
Pentonvillanelle |
Michaela |
Morgan |
Small Steps |
Michaela |
Morgan |
Rewilding |
Petrova |
Mulvey |
Icon of the Black Madonna |
Elisabeth |
Murawski |
The Saoirse-Ronan-Poetry-Plan |
Daniel |
Myers |
The Glam Night |
Beatrice |
Nori |
Progress |
Rachel |
Norton |
For Rain |
Lani |
O’ Hanlon |
Natural Causes |
Damen |
O’Brien |
Things Fall Apart |
Damen |
O’Brien |
Night Photos |
Damen |
O’Brien |
I Have Kept Your Phone |
Damen |
O’Brien |
In among the ruins, love |
Denise |
O’Hagan |
Look Away |
Jamie |
O’Halloran |
A Week in Portugal |
Eugene |
O’Hare |
Letter to my Mother, Five Years Sober |
Eugene |
O’Hare |
Spigot (In Memory of Tommy O’Neill, 1936-2020) |
Michael |
O’Neill |
Sacristy |
Michael |
O’Neill |
Leaving Home at Eighteen |
Eugene |
O´Hare |
Seventy-One Seconds |
Rena |
Ong |
February, 2019; Lake Michigan |
Chloe |
Orrock |
Hecate |
Chloe |
Orrock |
All Saints Night |
Patricia |
Osborne |
Time |
Penny |
Ouvry |
Gold Dust |
Penny |
Ouvry |
Fish Gods |
Ben Rhys |
Palmer |
Way To Go, Dad |
Tony |
Peyser |
Pussy Riot |
John |
Piggott |
Minna |
Helen |
Pinoff |
My Mother’s Parachute |
Eleanor |
Porter |
Sociology |
Kelley |
Pujol |
On the Eve of the End of the World |
Liz |
Purvis |
Hyperemesis Gravidarum |
Shahar |
Raveh |
My Brothers |
Kathleen |
Reddy |
When Love Shows Its Hand |
Jennifer |
Reid |
A Horse Departs |
Bill |
Richardson |
Life |
Sabel |
Rideau |
Like |
Jacqui |
Ritchie |
The Word Jumper |
Jacqui |
Ritchie |
Some New Kind of Endlessness |
Richard |
Robbins |
Against Myth |
Richard |
Robbins |
Ghost Bicycle |
Dilys |
Rose |
Stick ball cemetery |
Joshua |
Sauvageau |
Present Tense |
Richard |
Scarsbrook |
Love |
Robin |
Schwarz |
Last train home |
James |
Scoles |
Unspoken |
Louise |
Scott |
Million lights |
Deepsha |
Seeruthen |
Petrified |
Diane |
Sexton |
Stray Cats |
Jacquelyn |
Shah |
The Parsonage |
Penny |
Sharman |
Even in Pristina we get ready for winter |
Lesley |
Sharpe |
The Life Galleries, Kelvingrove |
Susan |
Shepherd |
Geography Lesson |
Laura |
Shore |
This is You in the Sundance Catalogue |
Shoshauna |
Shy |
Full Disclosure |
Saudamini |
Siegrist |
My Soul and Me |
Heather |
Silverman |
Banana University |
Di |
Slaney |
Petsamo |
Morag |
Smith |
I wear my jewels like a prayer FFP22 |
Morag |
Smith |
Dementia, or Drop the Quarter and Play? |
Amy |
Snodgrass |
For Leonard |
Cynthia |
Snow |
The Right To Age |
Heather |
Soderquist |
This service includes all removable components |
Emma |
Storr |
My Daughter Left Home Yesterday |
Jasper |
Swann |
The Clocks have Changed |
Mary |
Tate |
On the Eve of the Piano Exam |
Jean |
Tuomey |
Transformation |
Jean |
Tuomey |
A Visit to the Chinese Visa Application Centre, |
Alice |
Twemlow |
My Old Subaru Outback |
Jesse |
Vasquez |
Watermark |
Gerd |
Wagner |
Actor |
rob |
wallis |
Actor |
Rob |
Wallis |
Then |
Derval |
Walsh |
Old Man |
Derval |
Walsh |
In the Woods the Mosses Speak to the Trees |
DOLORES |
WALSHE |
The Dogs of Mariupol Address their Former Owners |
Arne |
Weingart |
Owen’s Confession |
John |
Williams |
Waka |
John |
Williams |
The Invisible Orchestra |
John |
Williams |
This Body, Not Another |
Brad |
Winters |
Cancer Man |
Amaury |
Wonderling |
Vimto |
Amaury |
Wonderling |
I was never subtle |
Anna |
Woodford |
There Once Was A Girl |
Mariam |
Yacoob |
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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