Mark Heathcote

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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 10 months ago
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My stories

In prayer did I hear a hum..?

In prayer did I hear a hum..? Loud as any drum: With what measured breath; did it weigh..? The probity of this another day: The incline of this my decay… Faiths emphatic leap…

They Phoenix the evergreen thorn…

In a country-native; wanton to her thighs. An eastern promise; no-doubt vilifies. The embodying of reed like weeping eyes… The cradling of their ageless, goodbyes.

Windswept shadows...

A place shadows didn’t want to disassociate themselves; from His bough and leaf green stem. Where they’re dissolved mulches would conflate Together in that that is no-longer mayhem.

Raspberry canes

In and out the raspberry canes “On a jack-frost bitten day: With nothing more than twine, and knife… To earn my daily” pay. Bending back the line of whips!

Joy jumps heart to heart

Joy jumps heart to heart From heart to heart like a grasshopper. But all I need do is but hover over zenith green-tips of dew. All I need do' is but dance above His skies grey purlieu

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