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."

Baby love

Your beaming smile is bright beyond compare: The sight of you makes my heart leap with glee. The softness of your skin so clear and

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Judas Tree Haiku

Blooms on a tree trunk, Oh! so bright and visible,Like a traitor’s kiss.   This Haiku was my response to a poetry “challenge” on Twitter

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Native

On the train from the ferry,I’m pointing, enthusing;nose snug in the guidebook,you snigger at ‘BUTT Bridge’.   Five minutes later,while crossing the Loopline,you’re lovestruck…  

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I KNOW A WOMAN

I KNOW A WOMAN   I know a woman who forgot to grow up. She never made it past childhood; it seems. Though she has

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Just Imagine

Just Imagine  …               … The Covid-19 pandemic is a Blessing in Disguise.   It has taught us some life lessons.               Imagine all

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Patience Regained

Patience Regained     Diagnosis of illness acute or chronic renders previous challenges small. Human beings suffer, you know its true when the pain is

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Last Day at the Strand

Last Day at the Strand   “I didn’t know we were coming here,” my mother accused.        “Neither did I; I just decided as we drove

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OLD PHOTOGRAPHS

    It must have been a street photographer who snapped them as they passed – 2 young men striding purposely along a Dublin street.

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THE LOST GIRLS

THE LOST GIRLS It was an annual ritual in the school. Sometime after Easter the Year Head had to organise a day out for his

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Like A Mosaic

Air, Earth, Fire, Water, Friends are a truer list of life’s essential elements.   Our family Earths us while our friends give us Air.   Leaving home

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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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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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