Mark Heathcote

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StoryThe last visit and conversion… Mark Heathcote27 years 5 months ago
StoryThe greyer the storm light folds Mark Heathcote17 years 7 months ago
StoryIt’s like a picture perfect morning Mark Heathcote17 years 7 months ago
StoryThe jarring midnight dew Mark Heathcote07 years 7 months ago
StorySee his ceiling lit with many a mirrored star Mark Heathcote17 years 7 months ago
StoryOctagon-love Mark Heathcote07 years 7 months ago
StoryIf I were a Tree Mark Heathcote17 years 7 months ago
StoryMen would quake in their opium hearts Mark Heathcote27 years 7 months ago
StoryThrough all our unending time Mark Heathcote17 years 7 months ago
StoryMy Daughter Bee198 years 2 months ago
StoryLight of my life alice sunderland68 years 2 months ago
StorySIFTING moonphish68 years 2 months ago
StoryChasing Stars Silver Spun Sand88 years 2 months ago
StoryRetrospective Drawings maggyvaneijk158 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Birds hilary west48 years 11 months ago
StoryTake things easy, Edna hilary west28 years 12 months ago
StoryFootpath through a Herd! Rhiannonw99 years 7 months ago
StoryClacton On Sea smokejack19 years 8 months ago
StoryAlbatross Silver Spun Sand229 years 8 months ago
StoryA SINGLE STAR moonphish39 years 8 months ago
StoryA Gambian Experience Silver Spun Sand159 years 8 months ago
StoryEndymion - Revisited Silver Spun Sand910 years 5 months ago
StoryInside the Rage Richard L. Prov...610 years 5 months ago
StorySoft Cycle. wet_towels210 years 5 months ago
StoryThis end of summer is a dreadful thing Parson Thru1010 years 9 months ago

My stories

The moral vine

It’s great to have morals… And, lord them like laurels. How few of us have them— In truth we acquire them. Honestly, from time to time

I curse the day

I curse the day As does a vulture - its living prey I cursed that day, I met you I rue the day, I drew breath, And you kissed me. Almost; resuscitating, me Back from a living - death.

The whirlybirds pod

Death is it falling through the air Like a maple trees whirlybird pod. Why does it “switch on the wind” mid-air? Right then left, why does it maraud…?

What size his tiny heart?

What size his tiny heart? Look at this gallant ant Could it be outsmart What a mind savant. What strength it has Carrying 50x its own weight Using pheromones’ To communicate!

Silver birches...

A crack of light Like a silver birch In the night Holds its spell over me It’s like looking into a well Knowing – tranquillity exists In completeness, No matter how dark – this…

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