Stinging Fly Stories | Anthology 2018


I’m delighted to have my story, A Sin to Tell the Naked Truth, collected in the Stinging Fly Stories anthology edited by Declan Meade and Sarah Gilmartin. A collection of forty short stories by forty writers published in The Stinging Fly magazine to celebrate its first 20 years.

I also really enjoyed reading an extract from a story by Nicole Flattery (Hump) for a special Stinging Fly podcast in which Sarah Gilmartin joins Sally Rooney to discuss five of the stories collected in the anthology.

Over the years, I’ve had four stories and a few blog pieces kindly published by the Stinging Fly. The magazine, helmed by gifted editor Declan Meade, has been an invaluable resource for new and emerging writers. As an extra but most important bonus Declan always pays his writers! #paytheartist

~ looming ~

we shall by morning inherit the earth

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MUSHROOMS | Sylvia Plath. Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air. Nobody sees us, Stops us, betrays us; The small grains make room. Soft fists insist on Heaving the needles, The leafy bedding, Even the paving. Our hammers, our rams, Earless and eyeless, Perfectly voiceless, Widen the crannies, Shoulder through holes. We Diet on water, On crumbs of shadow, Bland-mannered, asking Little or nothing. So many of us! So many of us! We are shelves, we are Tables, we are meek, We are edible, Nudgers and shovers In spite of ourselves. Our kind multiplies: We shall by morning Inherit the earth. Our foot's in the door. • #sylviaplath #mushrooms #irishbogs #bogsofireland #girleybog #meath #ireland🍀 #irelandsancienteast

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Journey | Water, Iron, Steel

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Journey ~ A stadium cradles dreams of victory, echoes of ancient rivalries, mimicry of war. At the edges of the spectacle life trundles on repeating the eternal journey. Water, iron, steel. War, death, hope. Canal banks shelter victims of fiscal wars. Commuters whizz by living a dream that feeds the rich. Thirty year cycles. Boom, bust war. But this time the skies threaten all dreams. Scorch, deluge, death. The players play on, the crowd screams on, the train plunges onwards. #poemsofinstagram #ireland🍀 #climatecrisis #crokepark #dublin #irelandsancienteast #GAA #trains #canals #stadium #sportlife #photopoems #photography #blackandwhite #railways #irishcanals #royalcanal #canals #irishwriting

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One touch will turn her to dust