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."
TELSTAR AND THE LUNATIC
Telstar and the Lunatic I was fortunate to be a teenager in the 1960’s. It was a time of great change and optimism, even
Something In The Way They Move
Something In The Way They Move A man’s shoulder swagger and the sway of a woman’s hips may be seen as an attraction in
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
What Time Is It ?
What time is it? We have family and friends living around the world and it’s a job to keep track of what time
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
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
FOOT AND MOUTH OUTBREAK
It happened a long time ago. We were unhappy, my fellow teachers and I. We felt we were not appreciated. There we were slaving away
Climate change is not My problem or is it?
Climate Change is not my problem. Or is it ? When I began to think about the statement ‘Climate change is not my problem’,
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
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
Let the Dialogue Continue
The sun’s path has started to drift north of the equator and people are thinking about the joys of Spring and Summer. After we have
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
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
THE MESMERIC WEB
THE MESMERIC WEB Years ago, I got a phone call from an old friend asking if I had the words of a poem called
I talk to myself
I Talk To Myself all the time in the language of solace. When the seasons come to the meadows and I note the beauty of
Summer
The fluty notes of the birds in Summer shock me while I eavesdrop in the garden on one of those mornings when courage unfolds from
Mick
It was a typical autumn day, early September 1987,quite windy but good sunshine to ripen the oats in the far field. Paul and Peggy had
California Valley Quail. In Tuam?
Journal Friday 30th October, 2020 at 7:40 a.m. Looking West from my window at nautical dawn I saw four birds resting on a roof
Climate Change
It was a Sunday in early February 1990. The access road to our house has a drain running on one side. This drain had burst
POST CATHOLIC IRELAND
POST CATHOLIC IRELAND My grandaunt, Kate Darcy, was born in 1890 in the shadow of the Slieve Aughty mountains. She had only a few words