Milko returns…

March 25, 2020 by Frances Macaulay Forde

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A fishy tail…

March 23, 2020 by Frances Macaulay Forde

My sister-in-law shared wonderful photos and words with a special message; to ‘stay safe’ so I am compelled to do the same. See the full posting here.

#PerthDailyPhoto #StaySafe #GoldfishPhotos #ArtPhoto

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‘Bench space…’

March 22, 2020 by Frances Macaulay Forde

Thought I’d share an imagined conversation inspired by a photo with a story, taken by my sister-in-law and posted on her PerthDailyPhoto website a while ago.

Bench space…

Rodney. What makes you think I’d want a rotten wooden bench with tombstone writing on it? Ewwww. A scabby reminder of old people who sat together in some cold and miserable place in England, years ago? And it must have cost thousands to get over here…. why didn’t you just go to Tiffany’s in King St? You know I like new stuff… not crappy used things that no-one else wants anymore. Really Rodney – get a life!

Where’s the romance in that, Nicole?

Who wants romance – bling’s the thing Rod. I love it when you introduce me to your friends, like at ‘Muse’ the other night. Everyone loved my outfit – I’m a Perry girl through and through!

I thought we had a ‘life’ together, or were at least building one. You’re not just – and why were you smoking again? Who was that bloke outside? You could be pregnant…

Roddy, Roddy, Roddy, chill already. Speaking of Alex – do you want to come watch me try on my Perth Cup outfit? I have to order early… he’s making it in blue, to match my eyes. Perhaps we could visit Tiffany’s again, something Sapphire-ish?

Nicole, we don’t seem to be on the same page – if we ever were. Did I tell you, I bumped into an old friend? Her name is Alex too…

About the preggers thing, Roddy… I got the injection when I went to the doc about a boob job.

You don’t need one!

It’s my body! Just increase my card limit and I’ll surprise you one day, hey?

Yes, about the card. I’ve cancelled it.

What? Did you get me another one? American Express is better, I’ve heard.

Alex is a lawyer. We met at UWA. Did I tell you…

My bum’s numb from this friggin’ bench. Can we go back to the hotel now?

I wanted you to see what I’d done with it – wanted to let other people enjoy it, feel the romance, like I did.

Great idea, Roddy. Can we go now?

Go where, Nicole? You won’t even give me bench space…

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To our superheroes everywhere — The Inquiring Mind

March 21, 2020 by Frances Macaulay Forde

While we are all working from home, brave men and women are still going to work in the trenches every day. Remember to thank them. pic.twitter.com/w63z0qcJzU — Rob Rogers (@Rob_Rogers) March 20, 2020

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Sinatra’s Romantic songs – 1 Hour of Music for Love — The Inquiring Mind

March 19, 2020 by Frances Macaulay Forde

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A glimpse of spring — The Sketchbook

March 18, 2020 by Frances Macaulay Forde

I had a little taste of spring last week when I was teaching in South Carolina. Unlike Montreal where it’s still evenly grey outside, there are flowers blooming and green buds popping out on trees. For our lesson in sketching flowers, one of my participants cut some azaleas from her garden. It’s too cold to […]

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Elephants

March 16, 2020 by Frances Macaulay Forde

This is one of my favourite poems written to my daughter’s artwork… hope you enjoy it too.

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My daughter Jessica McCallum’s 3rd exhibition ‘All the Pretty Ones Are’ (all things Circus) was held in 2011 at the Heath Ledger Theatre foyer in the new and exciting State Theatre Centre.

I feel the poetry I wrote to the artworks of that exhibition, was some of my best; particularly this one written from a childhood memory of the circus coming to our small town in Africa. Although he was an Indian elephant – African elephants can’t be tamed and I love them more, for that.

The Global March for Elephants and Rhinos is a call for a world-wide response to the continued senseless cruelty – the terrible things happening to these beautiful, wise, gentle creatures.

Just weeks ago what’s said to be the largest bull elephant in Africa; Satao of Tsavo in Kenya had his face hacked off for his magnificent tusks!

All this information is…

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“I’ll Paint for Someone Else”

March 15, 2020 by Frances Macaulay Forde

I’ll Paint for someone Else

I crashed into a heap on sunday…so exhausted I could barely lift each limb. After an hours walk with fur child and one real child, my muscles were aching, my joints sore, my head throbbed. I walk daily. This was not a normal reaction to exercise. Read More.

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2, 2 and 2: Donna Ward talks about She I Dare Not Name — looking up/looking down

March 14, 2020 by Frances Macaulay Forde

Donna Ward She I Dare Not Name: A Spinster’s Meditations on Life (Allen & Unwin) Memoir The Perth writing and publishing community has always been supportive, vibrant and innovative—you have to be when you’re a long way from anywhere else—and even if you leave, you’re still considered part of it. It’s why we (or at […]

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Tuba Skinny: Erika Sings The Blues — The Inquiring Mind

March 13, 2020 by Frances Macaulay Forde

Recorded at Bix Fest, Racine Wisconsin, March 13 2016 Members as of 2018 include Erika Lewis – vocals Todd Burdick- Tuba Shaye Cohn – Cornet Barnabus Jones – Trombone Robin Rapuzzi – Washboard Craig Flory – Clarinet and Sax Gregory Sherman- vocals and Guitar For more than a decade Tuba Skinny has played on […]

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