Mark Heathcote

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StoryTen For The Ten Commandments (IP) well-wisher914 years 6 months ago
StoryNicknames for Aislinn Mark Heathcote414 years 12 months 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 4 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 1 month ago

My stories

Who stars in our night?

What hour of space Covenants this day, Dawning, Ever-Over Nearer: further: away. What fountains of air Suck lungs to breathe After autumns, care Of a rootless, leaf.

All long' the reign of absorption

Footprints’ of people now unforeseen’ Travelling cogent in one direction, Such is the felicity the raiment of a dream. Each death-nail step a predestination,

Can I bask in the meadow?

Can I bask in the meadow? Of her sunlit shade; Breathe in the musk tomorrow That holds her golden name. Can I walk in the garden? Along her rivers of pain Where the surface woodlands

Your love is like a pinnacle

Your love is like a pinnacle No man could ever climb But your heart belongs with mine Flowing deeper all the time; Deeper than the rivers Running home to the sea Deeper than an apple core

Store teller’ with aqua green eyes’

Store teller’ with aqua green eyes’ You are a peacock whom royally, hides Her royal plumage in disguise, Your cinnamon skin Holds a lotus flower, within, Your peachy warm, smile

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