Frances Macaulay Forde

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CollectionArt is the Spark Frances Macaula...06 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Eternity Garden rosaliekempthorne76 years 1 month ago
StoryAn Ill Wind philwhiteland46 years 1 month ago
StoryHere Be Dragons luigi_pagano106 years 1 month ago
Story3 Blue Jays Richard L. Prov...36 years 1 month ago
StoryTrumpeting! Rhiannonw46 years 1 month ago
StoryTrees on the Arapuni Road Philip Sidney236 years 1 month ago
StoryI Can't Help Wishing Christopher fatboy74818 years 7 months ago
Blog entryLily Poole - a review by Tony Cook tcook29 years 6 months ago
StoryReserved Frances Macaula...210 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAs it is in Heaven (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand610 years 1 month ago
StoryFuture Conditional Silver Spun Sand810 years 1 month ago
StoryNo Bowl of Cherries Silver Spun Sand1810 years 1 month ago
StoryAs Autumn Leaves Bee3810 years 1 month ago
StoryOxford Blue ralph210 years 1 month ago
Story'Incident on the Line' Silver Spun Sand2110 years 5 months ago
Story'The Borrowers' (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand2010 years 5 months ago
StoryBaobabs and Bedouins Silver Spun Sand710 years 5 months ago
StoryElegy for Eve Silver Spun Sand1210 years 6 months ago
StoryQuiet! Frances Macaula...210 years 6 months ago
Story'Go Now' Silver Spun Sand610 years 6 months ago
StoryA Natural Mum Frances Macaula...310 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Light on the Stairs Silver Spun Sand1010 years 7 months ago
StoryWithout Wheels Frances Macaula...610 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Hand that Takes the Picture Silver Spun Sand1410 years 10 months ago

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My stories

Cherry

Without Wheels

Without Wheels Old-fashioned suitcases, the ones without wheels... Such treasures themselves for the memories they held. Skippered with no regard to...
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Unsung Hero

Unsung Hero Pink is so stereo typical - generic but also strong, judgement will be passed. But when the sun nuances shades of purple and blues...
Cherry

My Knight

In 2002, the man I loved 28 years before in Africa, found my name on the net. After running away to Oz, two beautiful children, a bitter divorce and...
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I Need You

I've got your gentle voice in my head I am finely tuned to you still all my senses hungry - insatiable starving for your loving words more of your...

'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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