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MONTO: a search for the definite article

MONTO: a search for the definite article

The wicked history of ‘Monto’ spreads itself accommodatingly from the 1860s up to the 1950s. ‘Monto’ was, at one time, so it is claimed, to be the largest redlight district in Europe. It is estimated that there were at times up to 1,600 prostitutes working there. Continue reading →

What we are reading at the moment:

What we are reading at the moment:

She used a blue biro pen and had numbered the pages on small, plain, lined notepaper…I was pleased to see, sometimes, the smudged ring of a teacup or saucer imprinted on the page. I ould see her in the kichen getting a cup of tea as she wrote to me on a Sunday night. Continue reading →

Creative Writing: poetry

Creative Writing: poetry

Another drink, said the Pooka, with the bark of a foreign tree entangled in his horns, an exile in the southern region of the mind, burnt by a strange sun, leaping between skyscrapers, dancing in a pub, drinking bitterness.  Continue reading →

We are reading at the moment…

We are reading at the moment…

Most of the stories date from the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, and many deal with miserable school experiences. You won’t be surprised to read of Bob Geldof tormenting the priests at Blackrock College by asking inconvenient religious questions, or Edna O’Brien recounting how she sinned by the hour Continue reading →

Land Ownership in Ireland Part 1

The result of decades of land sub-division, as a result of the Act of 1704, and a rapidly increasing population, along with the suppression of the woollen and linen cottage industries which had once flourished, had resulted in the great majority of tenants, especially along the West coast, being left with tiny subsistence landholdings. Continue reading →

The Woman Who Lives Beside Ballymacpeake Mass Rock

The Woman Who Lives Beside Ballymacpeake Mass Rock

by Michael Boyle The Woman Who Live Beside Ballymacpeake Mass Rock There are no half measureswith her. Even in gettinga cupán tae in yer hand.But the full spreadof fancy sandwichesand sweet cake at the table.Oh herself and the girlswill never pour ye outan ordinary a wee Black Bush.You’ll get a fill of the glassand then … Continue reading →