Mark Heathcote

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My stories

Love’s a dodo

Love is effortless they say. Some compare it to child’s play But whatever it is, it’s neither Child’s play, nor effortless… Just look in these glossy magazines

It’s all love coos… a turtle dove!

He who vents anger towards god And says he doesn’t exist…? Couldn’t be more of a believer Than he who goes church on Sunday To validate a new growing faith

Gingerbread men…

Four sons baking made Gingerbread men… The two youngest prayed That when they woke-up They wouldn’t all be gone! For what they’d made… For what they’d made... They’d had—none!

Catching moths and butterflies together!

His muscular moonlit body Caresses her; warm, milky, skin. Flex’s taut - masculinity Over; every pore therein. For his embraces, she shivers

Blank canvas…

I often think the artist Needs a vast blank canvas I often feel the poet songs Arise out of pure emotion Loneliness, emptiness… A void to be filled, transgressed.

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