He Used to Be Me by Anne Walsh Donnelly

He Used to Be Me by Anne Walsh DonnellyI sit on the stone that will mark the bed of my bones. Youll find the used to be me, soon, flat body, washed up, wrinkly skin. No silly grin. Youll say, What a waste of a life. Tut tut sounds jump out. Dangle like worms from your crows mouth Meet Daft Matt, the Mayo man at the heart of this astonishing, form bending story, as he wanders the streets of Castlebar in search of Devils feet the claw marks of the cga, or jackdaws, who have spoken to him

media-literate mystery for the My Favourite Murder generation

There have been many anthologies of the short story as it developed in Ireland

but We'll Miss It When It's Gone offers a better understanding of what is possible

When the worlds best magicians are offered an extraordinary opportunity

Mina is on a bus

as protestors gather at the gates

the tension between tattoo's status as a fashion item and its roots in subculture

dealing with her mother's considerable debts and grappling with lingering questions about her death

As our heads spin with mythological cross-referencing

First published in 1971 by Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s City Lights in the US

For four centuries

Seanscéal é seo faoin misneach a theastaíonn uaireanta leis an bhfírinne a insint