Mark Heathcote

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StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie316 years 2 months ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf916 years 2 months ago
StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote116 years 4 months ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A316 years 6 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote616 years 9 months ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote216 years 9 months ago
StoryA Lovely Day Jupiter1816 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3016 years 10 months ago
StoryChaosity Kills jennifer217 years 4 months ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer117 years 7 months ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote317 years 8 months ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic217 years 10 months ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote217 years 11 months ago

My stories

Living sparks in the dark

The world will fast collide With its own beginning, Then silence shall reign Supreme again, I surmise. Then there’ll be no more singing. Joyous, choirs shall be silent

Right before your eyes

In a unheated bathtub Numb, let us bathe cold to save. Darn your pockets dear But there’s no money, here Save the bones Of an old Christmas turkey

Lay waste to my own dark wastelands

I have no rest on sea or mainland… Although I’ve ask for, His helping hand As yet I’ve not rest in His right-hand

River Street Urchins

River street urchins, The gutters are swelling. [Waiting…] for the sky—you and I To reach— the storm drains of joy. Before we go… Before we let, go. We too will rain…

A losing hand poker

A poison text… A poison flower… In a poison, heart... “How can we draw blood? And say that we - belong Together as just good friends And remain forever in a storm

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