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."

To Coming Times

    And when the good times return again we’ll meet for a beer or a well-made coffee. We’ll visit the old shops and try

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Tyto Alba (Barn Owl)

  Out of nowhere you appear silent, shy predator of the night top of the food chain it is claimed. You are everything I don’t

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Fireside Adventurer

Agony Aunts are inundated weekly with requests for help breaking up with lovers and friends, in particular women worrying about how best to break up

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Riding the Rails

The provision of public transport is one of the keystones of government policy.  This despite the fact that public transport is generally a loss-making enterprise.

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WE ?

A politician rose to the podium and said,  “great work,   WE  did it, WE flattened the curve”,  as in the Covid-19 infections peaks and troughs.  

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JUST LIKE THAT In many respects he was not a nice man. He was a chronic alcoholic, an unfaithful husband, a wife batterer and, for

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With Orwell, footing turf

I pray for rain to drive us from the bogand for the sun to come out againin time for games of gloryon a neighbour’s sloping field.But the sun beats

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    Our father’s Hillman takes up our whole garage so we can’t put on a play, or have a Beano and Bunty comic sale

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I’m not moving another inch. I spent years wheelin me barrow through streets broad and narrow. You’d think she’d’ve moulded a commodious seat for me

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  after Sidney Keyes In the rainless afternoon I am standing in the line to see you off I want to hold your hands to

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Peer Pressure

There was a young man from Seattle  Who was fed up of listening to prattle Said he’d come out of hidin’   and go voting

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Dear Nana

Dear Nana, I’m sorry I wasn’t there with you to hold your hand, to whisper in your ear, tell you how much I loved you

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