Mark Heathcote

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StoryFish and Chips Parson Thru710 years 10 months ago
StoryStudy in Blue Silver Spun Sand2810 years 10 months ago
StoryMy English words to ‘Cossack Lullaby’ (Russian Folk Song) well-wisher010 years 11 months ago
StoryElectrical wirings... Mark Heathcote110 years 11 months ago
StoryTo find an arrows pinpoint of weakness… Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryEvery flower has a lonely song to sing to the bee Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryA bout of bronchitis! Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryIt is past understanding the heat of the fire Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryBeneath a mango moon our love Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryBlack sorceress Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
Story Who could want more! Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryNow I find a beehive of discontent Mark Heathcote110 years 11 months ago
StoryMy souls away with the fairies… (song) Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryTonight the wind is a bone-cutter Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
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Story“Uncertainty” Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
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StoryDeceit and lies Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryDeath is a luxury Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryDeath Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryDays swiftly passing Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
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StoryDark Matter Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryDamien angel Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
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My stories

I combed, Hemsby beach…

I combed the beach for comets Knowing only too well They exist where I’m walking, And at last I find my comet. But ‘O’ look there’s another And now another and another!

Merlot

I traverse the evening with a glass wine From a newly opened bottle of merlot In the morning my head will ache! Ache with the growth of a cherry stone Imbedding its roots, suckering up

I fed the stars into your mouth

It was I fed those stars into your mouth This is normality, isn’t it?

Japanese water chimes

I notice a dip in his eyes Like some Japanese water chime His eyes were like mine What parables we share. Gazing at her sweptback; strait hair. Then her parting ample breasts,

Fine silk spun with gold

Folded moth wings placed together in prayer Open to discover the moon and starlit air In madness flap circle my heart— And like a curtain, take little bites at my soul.

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