Mark Heathcote

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StoryTen For The Ten Commandments (IP) well-wisher914 years 6 months ago
StoryNicknames for Aislinn Mark Heathcote415 years 20 hours ago
StoryLove is the drug shoe815 years 2 weeks ago
Storyplease (don't ) marry me! shoe1515 years 2 weeks ago
Storythe affair shoe1315 years 2 weeks ago
StoryNo two people Mark Heathcote215 years 4 months ago
StorySpring Fever jennifer215 years 4 months ago
StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie315 years 5 months ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf915 years 5 months ago
StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote115 years 7 months ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A315 years 9 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote615 years 11 months ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote215 years 11 months ago
StoryA Lovely Day Jupiter1816 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3016 years 1 month ago
StoryChaosity Kills jennifer216 years 6 months ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer116 years 10 months ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote316 years 10 months ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic217 years 1 month ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote217 years 2 months ago

My stories

Let this pilgrim’s sin, inaugurate

Unnerve! Mine-eye That I might, see! That hand that stirs... Upon an unequivocal sky and sea; Lead me through that lowly pastoral gate. Let this nomad’s world abate.

The bell of Knutsford’s many throng

A young queen dances around the Knutsford maypole! As though she lingered within some fathomless dream Lifting joyful ribbon arms like a linnet on the breeze;

A temporal vision

A temporal vision That’s what I had When I was a child I walked not as a lad But as a lord or a man Wandering, wistfully, blissfully tall Wild and mad, hand in hand

Lamenting hearts

Lamenting hearts will always break- Like, shimmering coals in the grate; But before they can honour this? They’ll burn with a simmering, kiss That they and their fated-

A distant kind of love

A dove calls her mate in the moon But a sea wind calls, go not to soon... For the night is young in circles new The waves are rolling deep and blue. So’ it is for you; the world was made

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