Mark Heathcote

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Story9 Haiku Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
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Story!!! What you ask?!!! Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
Story((The jelly fish))! Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryA hall of mirrors... Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
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StoryA child’s vision... Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryA filigree of gold: Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
Story38 yrs—on, Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryA cradle of time Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
Story He's the boy I loved Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryA distant kind of love Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryA Joy if heaven is perpetually bright! Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
Story In love I'll run to you Mark Heathcote210 years 11 months ago
CollectionWhat would this life be, like? Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
Collection The kismet fate of serendipity Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryDoes the hummingbird know best? Mark Heathcote410 years 11 months ago
StoryLAUGHTER IS LIKE JAZZ moonphish510 years 11 months ago
StoryFrom Daisy Hill to San Francisco ralph610 years 11 months ago
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StoryThe moral vine Mark Heathcote210 years 11 months ago

My stories

Wings and caterpillars

Still - they have shoulder blades of flight And like green caterpillars - will again. Aren’t wingless butterflies ugly as sin?

Love waits tables

Love waits tables and passes the salt Love is a that preverbal thunderbolt Love leans over a winter’s bowl Of pearl barley, soup Love is the one you, affectionately, Called a nincompoop!

Love on resin setting fire

Oh white Jasmine flower Love on resin setting fire Incense burning in my soul Catching me on fire Oh white Jasmine flower I’m extracting oils Wonderfully, heavenly

My heart is a hanging garden of Babylon

Forgive my Babylon temperate floods… There’s no evil in my sodden roots So forgive my Babylonian Dynasty Oh forgive me in all honesty I can’t help the debris I leave

These are my mountains…

Do you remember the hand? That shook the cradle And drew the shape of Africa And that land of America, A Land of Hope and Glory… Do you remember the hand? That shook the cradle

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