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."
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
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
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
“Durcan’s poetry can be at once gloomy and bright.”
I decided to set myself a challenge and read Durcans Poetry and partially answer one of daughters Leaving Cert Questions. I thoroughly agree with
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
Connacht Football Final in November
In the Sawdoctors 1992 classic hit song “Hay Wrap” the protagonist asks “Will Galway bate Mayo”.In the next line the reply comes in the negative,
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.
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.
JUST LIKE THAT
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
The Night the Magic Died: forty years since John Lennon was murdered
My mother entering my room to wake me with a death notice became a bit of a habit in my teenage years. In 1977,