Hello - Welcome to Tuam Creative Writers'

The Tuam Pen Club, that has now been expanded and rebranded as Tuam Creative Writers, attracted a wide range of people both men and women, young and old, workers, carers, immigrants and retired people.

Like the population in general we brought a wide range of experience to the club, enjoyed a variety of hobbies and pastimes and drew on our memories of home life as well as of travel and exile.

The common denominator was a desire to write and, in the process, to recall and remember, to make sense of our experiences while at the same time developing an appropriate style. We are ordinary people trying to do something extraordinary.

"Enjoy reading some of our recent work."

Sitting With Baskets

Sitting With Baskets Once, in the early sixties, after a loud drive in second gear along a bumpy track tacked between thick trunks, Fedora Father

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Reflections on time.

Time is like money, we get a certain number. We can spend it on activity or in slumber. Time puts limits and occasionally moves too

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TURNING A COLLAR

  “He saved string, scrap wood, old screws, nuts and bolts, jam jars, coffee cans, cigar boxes, orange crates. He threw nothing away … He

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The Living Is Easy…

It’s late August, the sun is relentless, searing heat ,energy-sapping, becoming intolerable for this writer. In the middle of a ten acre field, my task

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A Day In The Life

The lilac outside our bedroom window is in bloom. The fragrance from the light purple or lilac, cone shaped panicles bring me back to my

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Galway Trees

I stroll nonchantly by on my evening walking ritual.  They barely notice me with bowed heads sharing their secrets with the birds of how they

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A Moon Lover

A MOON LOVER   Have a kind thought for the moon lover who adheres to ancient Greek mythology and describes herself as a Selenophile, after

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Soul Time

As the afternoon was very close i.e. uncomfortably warm, I took a break from the strenuous back-breaking work in the bog that had occupied my

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THE GARDEN

  And now the Irish are ashamed To see themselves in one year tamed So much one man can do That does both act and

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FINN BHEARA’S SPELL

  FINN BHEARA’S SPELL   With your ruins on Knockma’s summit outside Tuam –          a cairn, they say, from the Goddess Dana’s lost tribe, Are you

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SUCH A LONG JOURNEY

SUCH A LONG JOURNEY   I remember it all so clearly, the day they arrived in Galway city – disoriented, frightened and looking totally bewildered

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NEW WORLD

New World.     Two metres, don’t hug or shake a hand. Police officer, knee on man and we all saw. Behind the front line

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My Journey

My Journey started six days ago. It was to a place called “The Spring Clean” and was long overdue. I paid for it with “elbow

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Addiction

I wrote this poem twenty years ago, in another life.   Addiction happens when we cannot deal With the way we feel. And we seek

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