Mark Heathcote

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StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie316 years 2 months ago
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StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote116 years 5 months ago
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StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote616 years 9 months ago
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StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote317 years 8 months ago
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My stories

Somewhere inside of you!

Every life, shall meet death. Every breath crosses that bridge Every autumn leaf falls bereft. See all in its burning leafage. Oh diamond sparks burn inside

The devils handy-work at work

In childhood, I was a non-believer. Though, demons seemed many: Odd miracles occurred—perhaps So I consider what the local priest Says; at Saint Willibrords to be true.

But wasn’t it just purest blue…

“I’ve watched these horizontal skies turn gray…

A bridge of joy

The things we did were quite insane. But that’s how joy came to pass… As we cut the turf and made a bridge Out of lush green; meadow grass. Knowing only all too full well nothing

Black…?

What will be the new, Black? Will it be Blue, Green or Orange? Or something truly obscene In a paisley, polysynthetic; dream. Will there be ponchos? Or turtle necks Or denim, dungarees

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