Hello - Welcome to Tuam Creative Writers'
We get together twice a month and when you contact us, we’ll let you know the venue and the times, as these vary from year to year.
At our meetings, we gather around a table and discuss what we have written.
Our aim is to learn from each other, in a supportive and constructive manner.
Members are free to write in whatever format suits them. Some like to write stories or poems. Some prefer the essay format, where they can explore a theme. Some like to write about places or people that impressed them. Others choose to write about their families or their own lives.
In general, people like to recall and to remember, to understand their experiences while at the same time developing an appropriate style for expressing themselves.
Our members vary in age, experience and education and this diversity greatly adds to the creativity of the group. There are no entry requirements!
When we are happy with something we have written we publish it in the Member’s Posts section of the site. Then, if we are willing to offer it to a wider public, it can be downloaded to this section where anybody can read the work of our members.
Here are some examples that we hope you’ll enjoy.
"Enjoy reading some of our recent work."
An Architect calls.
An Architect calls. The door was opened by a smart woman in her thirties, wearing the customary business attire of white blouse and dark blue
Talking sport
Please be gentle. This has nothing to do with the current writing sugestions but I see that sport was a sugested subject last year and
Those Magnificent Men in their Flying Machines.
Those magnificent men in their flying machines. After a rather serious crash during a motorcycle race necessitating a period of hospitalisation and a diet
The last Picnic.
The last Picnic. The higher clouds are etched in pink, while the lower ones are already dark, below the suns reach as it speeds toward
Trees.
Trees. On my morning commute, during the dark winter months, trees are seen only as ghostly skeletal images, standing gaunt and alone, glimpsed in
MUSIC AND MEMORY
MUSIC AND MEMORY The first song that entered my consciousness as a young child was an American spiritual called: “Will the Angels Play their
BRETON CALVARIES
BRETON CALVARIES When our children were young, we used to get the car ferry from Cork to the French port of Roscoff, for our
THE STUFF OF LIFE
THE STUFF OF LIFE There was great excitement in the town when a fit up company arrived during the 1950’s. These were groups of
THE YEAR OF THE OCTOPUS
THE YEAR OF THE OCTOPUS As a child I had an aversion to snakes – their beady eyes, their scaley bodies and their furtive,
TOWN LIFE
TOWN LIFE As a child, I Iiked to visit the Public Library in Loughrea. It occupied a room in the Temperance Hall and was
The Stuff of Life/The Life of Stuff
Life is full of miracles and mysteries. It is a miracle that we are here on earth and that we are sustained by all that
Weekend Trip to The Greenbrier
A work colleague went to a convention at The Greenbrier, White Sulphur Springs, West Virginia and he couldn’t stop singing its praises. He loved
DEFRAG. ……. “Say what?”…
Defrag., an abbreviation of defragmentation is a new word for me. Some people may be familiar with it as it relates to defragging the
Buns “AND” “OR” Chatbots “NOT”
Buns “AND” “OR” Chatbots “NOT” I baked some raisin buns for my college-going grand-nephew and his mom. He was designing an algorithm and translating
Yes! We Have No Bananas
“Yes, we have no bananasWe have-a no bananas today.We’ve string beans, and onionsWe have an old fashioned to-mah-toA Long Island po-tah-toBut yes, we have no
Predators and Prey
Carnivorous plants The promotional blurb for Eanna Ni Lamhna’s “Wonders of the Wild” children’s book mentioned “animal-eating plants”. That is not something I hear
FATHERS AND SONS
FATHERS AND SONS It was New Year’s Eve, 2006. After lunch I had gone to visit my father in the nursing home. Until recently
DOWN THE ESCALATOR
DOWN THE ESCALATOR Las Palmas in Gran Canaria has 5 large shopping centres built like American Malls. One of them called, El Muelle, is
AN APOLOGY FOR IDLERS
AN APOLOGY FOR IDLERS While on a short trip to Edinburgh a few years ago I went to see the Scottish National Gallery. It
Ice cold at Coole
It’s ten years since this poem was published in the Galway Advertiser and on the Galway Review website. It’s written in the form of ‘Ode