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."
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
A Note to the “Anti-Vaxxers”
The undoubted good news of the imminent arrival of a vaccine, or vaccines, to combat the scourge of the Covid 19 epidemic, has prompted me
Exploring The Stables
On a fine spring morning one February, I made my way towards The Stables on Chalk Farm Road in Camden. As I approached, I was
THE COUGHMAN
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
MOLLY MALONE MONOLOGUE
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
Farewell
after Sidney Keyes In the rainless afternoon I am standing in the line to see you off I want to hold your hands to
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
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
Irish Draught Horse Mends The Planet
We tried to divert the course of nature thinking ourselves progressive, we dredged rivers, drained bottomland, loughs, bogs, dug out rushes, furze and destroyed noxious
Found and Lost
The platinum blonde woman in the queueTurned aroundWe recognized each otherHer black hair had grown blondeMy brunette hair had grown grayPleasantly surprised we huggedForty years
Mindscape
My Sunday walk through fields in Flaskaghmore is invigorating, the tonic that nature is. Treading lightly, buoyed up on the grass sod, I float weightless
The Escalator
Las Palmas in Gran Canaria has 5 large shopping centres built like American Malls. One of them called, El Muelle, is located in the port
Summer 1966
That summer they arrived every nightfresh from digs and a hasty meal,ordering Guinness or pints of beer,thirsty after a hard day’s graftworking the lump for
Behind Bars
I always hated school. Sitting in class listening to boring teachers talking about their boring subjects really turned me off. And even worse they expected