Mark Heathcote

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StoryWhy did the star dust dance Mark Heathcote311 years 1 month ago
StoryWhen; winter does wrestle death..? Mark Heathcote011 years 1 month ago
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StoryWhat we worship guides our thirst... Mark Heathcote011 years 1 month ago
StoryWear on the same gargoyle face Mark Heathcote011 years 1 month ago
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Storywars tug of love Mark Heathcote011 years 1 month ago
StoryWhatever creation is; Mark Heathcote011 years 1 month ago
Story“5” Persian and Sufi influenced poems Mark Heathcote011 years 1 month ago
StoryWhere’s that crowning fortress Mark Heathcote011 years 1 month ago
StoryWhat we now know as our kingdom Mark Heathcote011 years 1 month ago
StoryVisionless—puppeteers Mark Heathcote011 years 1 month ago
StoryWinds of October Mark Heathcote011 years 1 month ago
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StoryWisdom Mark Heathcote011 years 1 month ago
StoryWhen winter does wrestle death Mark Heathcote111 years 1 month ago
StoryYou sent an unexpected letter Mark Heathcote011 years 1 month ago
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StoryWho stars in our night? Mark Heathcote011 years 1 month ago

My stories

Aren’t words apt?

Blue and battered falling… like leaves Aren’t words apt; hollow in feeling? When, you’re rummaging-depth of seaweeds, Drowning; besides mermaids a merman ever sweetly.

Mine is the voice off all things

I am a seagull and all your creations Are as a sea wave beneath my wings So, Lord Mine is the voice off all things Traveled, together in you… Lord. What is the meaning of all this evil?

Tradition systematizes all strength in size

All hunting packs on earth are different But we’re all hounds nose to ground… We’re all here for the first time, Scenting blood; like a blood hound.

Until I follow you

Love hangs upon a star But it’s equally as scared As a ministering moon, Whose prayers go unaired? Who’s absent hope abjection? Cries a harbor light! “Love me, land on me soon.

Why, dandelion it isn’t easy…

Why, dandelion it isn’t easy to lie down In these weeds and fall in love We don’t all have to be golden, Stoic, and upright; shoulders above. To fall like a seed-head

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