Mark Heathcote

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StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie316 years 3 months ago
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StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote116 years 6 months ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A316 years 7 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote616 years 10 months ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote216 years 10 months ago
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StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote317 years 9 months ago
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StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote218 years 1 week ago

My stories

Apprehensive lovers

One wore the trousers And went about singing, Fearful of leaving… Without; first drinking… One wore black hose Miniskirts, barefooted: Without; thinking or caring…

Love unbeknown...?

Your eye is a stationary set stone If it were a press it would Squeeze marrow from the bone If it were a wing it would Plummet from its heavenly thrown If it were the ocean it would

The tide is out... far beyond sight

The tide is out... far beyond sight There’s little lord here in view... Fatigue hangs bejewelled. Heavily webbed our finite! Silence hovers here whereto...

Filter out the dreamless, sleepless dark

“You’d ask me to change, ha! But what would I change to Haven’t I already given—over to you? Would you have me an opaque jewel? Would you irradiate a clear diamond?

Joyous moonlight I’m no broken sunlight!

Joyous moonlight I’m no broken sunlight I’m no burden to thee I‘ll happily shine when love is bright And there’s only blood on your shoes I’ll run through the grass and swathe a path

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