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."
THE HOUSE WITH NO BACK DOOR
THE HOUSE WITH NO BACK DOOR (revised edition) Every now and then a memory suddenly chrysalises. Sometimes it’s triggered by the scent of
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
WE’VE NEVER HAD IT SO GOOD
(A new book, called “In Fact” by Mark Henry has just been published. It is subtitled “An Optimist’s Guide to Ireland at 100”. I wrote
OLD PHOTOGRAPHS
It must have been a street photographer who snapped them as they passed – 2 young men striding purposely along a Dublin street.
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
One Homogenous Human Race
I watched and listened to a special classical music concert on September 2nd live streamed from Kylemore Abbey. It was streamed globally by the
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
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
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
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
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
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
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’,