Frances Macaulay Forde
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Koffee Korner Kafé
Rows of Midleton houses seem to move in the crisp, Irish air with branches of hundred- year-old trees, bared for winter cold, age- weighted, meander...
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In My African Childhood...
In My African childhood We lived next door to a ‘church’, could hear their fervent chest-beating, shouting at all times of the day and night. So...
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Hidden Capacity
Yesterday, we met. For the first time, we actually spoke to each other. How long have we been together? And yet, yesterday was the first time we...
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Milk-Money Door
Milk-Money Door bright daffodil day embarrassed parents redundancy stamped stand silent in the queue for dole in happy sunshine teleworkers gathering...
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Coral Bay
W hen the moon is just right, thousands of coral reefs spawn, turning the sea into a snowstorm of new beginnings, drifting on the tides to start new...
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