Mark Heathcote

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StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie316 years 2 months ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf916 years 3 months ago
StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote116 years 5 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 10 months ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3016 years 10 months ago
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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 11 months ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote217 years 11 months ago

My stories

Where the moonlight and I repine

Love, is blushing a blink risqué. From watching what nervously I’d say. She’s just a hop skip and a jump Sideslip, breaths blossom foray

To the very core of my poor vile being

Tell, why do I kiss her lips that curse me? Mock me to the very core of my poor vile being. As though I were a boil, filled with brie, A carbuncle: a thing, oozing…

What the tabloids say about love!

True love is effortless, ha—so some say. Some even compare it to child’s play But whatever it is, it is neither Child’s play, nor is it effortless, I say.

Tao!

I have merged my hearts ambergris With all the oceans of the stars Mine soul harpooned like a cuttlefish Has cut me from the loom So, I am but a tapestry

(Player (melded) sparrow).

Each; flower must flower a flower. Each; rock a stone a stone. Each; necklace a link to one another That none ever be alone.

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