Mark Heathcote

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StorySwimming, below zero... Mark Heathcote112 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe madness of the bee… Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StorySomewhere inside of you! Mark Heathcote312 years 2 weeks ago
StoryKahlil Gibran Mark Heathcote212 years 2 weeks ago
StoryKiss me this once! Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryListening to angelic flutes like Plato! Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StorySéance ordering… Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StorySmoke rings... Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryTo be the silence that is a full moon Mark Heathcote112 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLioness… Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOver new; greens seas drip-fed Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe physical scent of life has gone… Mark Heathcote312 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLove unbeknown...? Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe tide is out... far beyond sight Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMinted and crowned Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryNo I am not without love Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOil made of stone Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryTo the very core of my poor vile being Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryTao! Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryTo err is human, ‘songstresses’ Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMinding my own business... Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe night runs in fear of the dreamer Mark Heathcote112 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOf cause she’ll kiss me… Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOf cause she’ll kiss me… Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMiddle age puberty... Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago

My stories

We’d make corn rings till the day I die

If I could be with you If I could be with you - in a field of fire In the eye of a hurricane I’d chain my heart to a white-picket fence Before I bunker down the grain…

Blueberries and ice-cream

Blue berries and ice-cream What more could I dream Blue berries and ice-cream What more could there be That isn’t immaterial That isn’t material Somebody warm and cool

Women are quarrelsome

Women are quarrelsome Birds, birds of many wings Like magpies, two shades Of many dissatisfied things. A dove - when the stars The stars are shining bright. But a bank of black disparity,

No passion begs

No passion begs the turning off The turning off of the light No passion begs the frost to melt Or the snows drift road block… Unless it’s just to stop! The roll call clock-in clock

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