Frances Macaulay Forde

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StoryPigs might... Frances Macaula...43 years 6 months ago
StoryConvoy to Canberra Frances Macaula...63 years 6 months ago
StoryCoral Bay Frances Macaula...63 years 6 months ago
StoryA Day Trip luigi_pagano63 years 6 months ago
StorySome days begin with a swim littleditty183 years 7 months ago
StoryIs there a moral … ? (IP) Rhiannonw123 years 10 months ago
StoryWinter Trees hoalarg135 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Bountiful celticman205 years 6 months ago
StoryForever Young rosaliekempthorne25 years 6 months ago
StoryBench Space Frances Macaula...05 years 6 months ago
StoryElephant Frances Macaula...35 years 6 months ago
StoryFreo Doctor Frances Macaula...35 years 6 months ago
StorySwansong Parson Thru135 years 6 months ago
CollectionArt is the Spark Frances Macaula...05 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Eternity Garden rosaliekempthorne75 years 6 months ago
StoryAn Ill Wind philwhiteland45 years 6 months ago
StoryHere Be Dragons luigi_pagano105 years 6 months ago
Story3 Blue Jays Richard L. Prov...35 years 7 months ago
StoryTrumpeting! Rhiannonw45 years 7 months ago
StoryBuses Parson Thru315 years 7 months ago
StoryTrees on the Arapuni Road Philip Sidney265 years 7 months ago
StoryI Can't Help Wishing Christopher fatboy74818 years 1 week ago
Blog entryLily Poole - a review by Tony Cook tcook28 years 12 months ago
StoryReserved Frances Macaula...29 years 5 months ago
StoryAs it is in Heaven (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand69 years 6 months ago

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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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Valentine's Day Massacre

I got married on Valentine’s Day. That massacred the commercial celebration for me forever! But I’m not bitter. Perhaps I should explain… It’s...

Inspiration

Why do I now prefer writing in my bedroom when I have a perfectly good study - a space cleared for thought? I feel inspired to dream while I’m awake...

ReUnion

stepping softly you trod the path to my front door never rang the bell played favourite songs over and over until senses on overload surrounded by...

Koffee Korner Kafé

Rows of Midleton houses seem to sail in the crisp, Irish air with branches of hundred- year-old trees, bared for winter cold, age- weighted,...

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