Next Meeting

Next Meeting

Tuesday 17th December @ The Source Library Thurles 7-8.30 pm all are welcome

Chair: Open

Writing Prompt: A Christmas Tale 300-500 Words


 “Some of the biggest men in the United States, in the field of commerce and manufacture, are afraid of something. They know that there is a power somewhere so organized, so subtle, so watchful, so interlocked, so complete, so pervasive, that they had better not speak above their breath when they speak in condemnation of it.” – Woodrow Wilson

Prose along the way

No Man Is an Island

No man is an Island, entire of itself, every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main, if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe, is the less, as well as any promontory were, as well if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were; any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

Could we but see the pattern of our days, we should discern how devices were the ways

By which we come to this, the present time this place in life

And we should see the climb our soul has to make

Up through the year we should forget the hurt

The wanderings, the fears, the wastelands of our life

And know that we could come no other  way

Or grow into our good without these steps

Our feet have trod

Our faith found hard to meet

The roust of life winds on, and we like travellers

Go from town to town until we come to know the truth

That life is endless, and that we forever

Are inhabitants of all eternity?


John Dunne

Hi Folks

Emmet has asked me to pass on this interesting news which is in today’s edition of the (Irish Independent Weekend Review) The Hennessy new Irish writing has a poem and story submitted each month.

For further information you can check this on line or purchase the paper. My italics


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