Mark Heathcote

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StoryTen For The Ten Commandments (IP) well-wisher914 years 9 months ago
StoryNicknames for Aislinn Mark Heathcote415 years 2 months ago
StoryLove is the drug shoe815 years 3 months ago
Storyplease (don't ) marry me! shoe1515 years 3 months ago
Storythe affair shoe1315 years 3 months ago
StoryNo two people Mark Heathcote215 years 6 months ago
StorySpring Fever jennifer215 years 7 months ago
StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie315 years 7 months ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf915 years 8 months ago
StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote115 years 10 months ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A315 years 11 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote616 years 2 months ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote216 years 2 months ago
StoryA Lovely Day Jupiter1816 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3016 years 3 months ago
StoryChaosity Kills jennifer216 years 9 months ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer117 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote317 years 1 month ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic217 years 3 months ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote217 years 4 months ago

My stories

The sun and seas a jolly cast?

The sun and seas a jolly cast As is the sail tied to the mast And those laggards anchored Without a future or a past… Who are they to sink then? To the bottom of a glass

It was in self-defense, I’m quite sure

In his defense it was said, she would curiously Spy from the bay windows, like A latter-day Misses Marple Everyone was a suspect, every parcel. Became a crime of illicit passion…

Fagan or scrooge

Oh lord; I’m a dragon on prescription With fire waters too tame. Oh don’t get scared, babe There are no ice waters in my veins. But, oh babe I’m counting on you

Evening primrose…

Happy the hour, between Night and death The pause, taken: Too a single living, breath... Here I’ll open my breast Upon a moths, calling… Like an evening primrose.

I remember my own insanities…

I remember my own insanities… Oh, what presence attends our emptiness … this…? I’ve dived down drowning with these daylight thieves

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