Mark Heathcote

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StoryTen For The Ten Commandments (IP) well-wisher913 years 5 months ago
StoryNicknames for Aislinn Mark Heathcote413 years 10 months ago
StoryLove is the drug shoe813 years 11 months ago
Storyplease (don't ) marry me! shoe1513 years 11 months ago
Storythe affair shoe1313 years 11 months ago
StoryNo two people Mark Heathcote214 years 3 months ago
StorySpring Fever jennifer214 years 3 months ago
StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie314 years 3 months ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf914 years 4 months ago
StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote114 years 6 months ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A314 years 7 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote614 years 10 months ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote214 years 10 months ago
StoryA Lovely Day Jupiter1814 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3014 years 12 months ago
StoryChaosity Kills jennifer215 years 5 months ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer115 years 8 months ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote315 years 9 months ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic216 years 1 week ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote216 years 3 weeks ago

My stories

The lord of Catchers-Can

In the isles of a gutter In the dim-lit graveyard of a church A man must walk forever With a beggars bowl in hand And succumb to all the weather A man can understand.

Till the dawn-light ember lilts

The eyes of dawn will make my bed In the river of some dream, Where half forgotten limbs will rise Like vapours on the breeze; But who will walk or lean on me Lean against this idle frame?

On the wings of youth

Mayfly if ever an angel be It was you and me Pirouetting in the air so free Above a cobweb lea If ever a child had azure blue wings As blue as a periwinkle sky

My boyhood lover


The greyer the storm light folds

A soft temperance smile brakes From the bars of the raging sea; Where wave on salt corrosive wave Once purged loves sweetest melody. But age and faith are truer friends