My name is Frances and I live and work in the Slovak Republic. My first poem was written at the age of five and went:

Spring, spring you are a wonderful thing,
You bring dancing trees and catkins blowing in the breeze,
children playing and flowers being picked.

I have been working hard ever since to recapture that early spark of genius.

• Travelling by Atlas
• Observation lesson
• Body Talk in Europe
• Voicing over Garbo's Lies
• Cordoba
• Build your own Universe
• Portrait of a Family
• Uplifting
• Softly moonlight falls
• The Changing Room
• Amphibian Tales
• Ruminations
• Drinking Pleasure
• Triolet
• Star
• Gretel
• Tanka in the style of Ezra Pound
• At an Unknown Train Station near Esztergom at Midnight
• Equilibrium
• Just Once
• Maggots
• Truth
• Magtaal for my Dzoroo Horse
• Educational Programme
• Warmth
• The Tragedy of Central Europe
• Island
• Recipe for a Love Charm
• Round the Back of the Horses’ Field
• What I do not Know about War
• A Clapboard House
• Ode to February and the Dolorous Futility to be found therein
• Interim Report
• A magpie collects from the courtyard thirteen scraps of paper
• On Marie-Madeleine, the Baroness von Puttkamer
• The Monogram
• Disguise (Better than the real thing)

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