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."

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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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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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

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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

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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

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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

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