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I, me, Sonny

‘I know from the caravan beforehand that the villain wears more make-up than the maiden. Black pencil and they’ll twist the edges of your moustache, if you have one. To look grotesque and merciless, they said, it’s important.’

The Other Poet Drives a Black Mercedes

‘Cows turn their big faces, and I am afraid of how life goes on until we die. All those dead tucked into the ground as the ancient Mercedes purrs by.’

The Milgrams

‘We resented the fact that she thought we would be impressed by Doug. And we also resented that we were, maybe, impressed by Doug.’

Nor in Deep

‘He brings his bottom lip over his top lip and makes it touch his small nose. It makes him look older somehow and like he’s disappointed in me. I remember feeling disappointed in my father when I asked him simple questions and received complicated answers.’

A Bellyflop Shouldn’t Hurt Like This

‘A radio station blares such shitty muzak that I double-check to make sure this is, in fact, the man who was my father back in Dublin.’

Slingshots Will Be Executed

Image by Abdul Bacet ‘This operation is important to us. Very important. Even more important than lessons, homework, or solving riddles. We can’t mess this up, because Ziwar’s fate is at stake.’

The Stinging Fly Podcast
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Susannah Dickey

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Róisín Leggett Bohan

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I, me, Sonny

‘I know from the caravan beforehand that the villain wears more make-up than the maiden. Black pencil and they’ll twist the edges of your moustache, if you have one. To look grotesque and merciless, they said, it’s important.’

Letters Across The Mountains

Five years on since the Taliban’s return to power in Afghanistan, we celebrate the resilience of Afghan women through publishing this letter exchange between Maryam Mahjoba, a young fiction writer living in Kabul, and the Somali British novelist, Nadifa Mohamed, living in London.

The Other Poet Drives a Black Mercedes

‘Cows turn their big faces, and I am afraid of how life goes on until we die. All those dead tucked into the ground as the ancient Mercedes purrs by.’

From the Archives

A poem about rioting

Issue 16, Volume 1: Autumn 2003

My Mother’s Salmon Skin Nightdress

Issue 23, Volume 2: Winter 2012

DIY Blues

Issue 3, Volume 1

Picturehouse

Issue 18, Volume 1: Summer 2004

Eclipse, 1999

Issue 20, Volume 2: Winter 2011 (The New York Issue)