Frances Macaulay Forde

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StoryReliable Friends Rhiannonw83 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Boffin Frances Macaula...03 years 4 months ago
StoryReUnion Frances Macaula...03 years 4 months ago
StoryInspiration Frances Macaula...23 years 4 months ago
StoryUmbrella Sea Frances Macaula...53 years 4 months ago
StoryRecycled Frances Macaula...53 years 4 months ago
StorySculptures by the Sea Frances Macaula...43 years 4 months ago
StorySplendid Blue Frances Macaula...63 years 4 months ago
StorySixty Frances Macaula...43 years 4 months ago
StoryThis Cannot Be Our Home Jane Hyphen203 years 4 months ago
StoryTo Dream Of Swallows Is An Ill Omen onemorething143 years 4 months ago
StoryI often concern myself blighters rock23 years 4 months ago
StoryHet Bonhe marandina233 years 4 months ago
StoryUp On The Ridgeway skinner_jennifer173 years 4 months ago
StoryValentine's Day Massacre Frances Macaula...03 years 4 months ago
StoryTime Travails smokejack13 years 4 months ago
StoryBrief Miscounter smokejack13 years 4 months ago
StoryI Wish I...... smokejack13 years 4 months ago
StoryFlowers smokejack13 years 4 months ago
StoryIn My African Childhood... Frances Macaula...53 years 4 months ago
StoryHidden Capacity Frances Macaula...43 years 4 months ago
StoryAmanda blighters rock63 years 4 months ago
CollectionSketching in Ireland Frances Macaula...03 years 4 months ago
StoryWrite to Romance (short story pub. in 2000 'Urban Scrawl') Frances Macaula...23 years 4 months ago
StoryMilk-Money Door Frances Macaula...73 years 4 months ago

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My stories

'Epitaph for Gregory O'Donoghue'

When I posted this poem on another site, I was asked for some background. My answers to their questions provided a somewhat lengthy introduction -...
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Turning The Page

You were focussed on study so I waited peeking through the crack watched you turn a page rushed to kiss you quick. I twirled to leave let you get...
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The Boffin

bookshops are like lovers they numb in black & white then seduce you with colour titillate and tempt your soul until you finally let go find the...

Umbrella Sea

I look down umbrella sea snaking between shiny metal towers separate still me a strong wind searches for red among the grey pushing risk frisking...
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Lace of our lives...

Silver slivers wind their way memory-wire threaded through life’s everyday by words loved-ones said. Images beaded round and whole capture a moment...
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