Mark Heathcote

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StoryTen For The Ten Commandments (IP) well-wisher914 years 8 months ago
StoryNicknames for Aislinn Mark Heathcote415 years 2 months ago
StoryLove is the drug shoe815 years 2 months ago
Storyplease (don't ) marry me! shoe1515 years 2 months ago
Storythe affair shoe1315 years 2 months ago
StoryNo two people Mark Heathcote215 years 6 months ago
StorySpring Fever jennifer215 years 6 months ago
StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie315 years 7 months ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf915 years 7 months ago
StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote115 years 9 months ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A315 years 11 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote616 years 1 month ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote216 years 1 month ago
StoryA Lovely Day Jupiter1816 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3016 years 3 months ago
StoryChaosity Kills jennifer216 years 9 months ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer117 years 1 week ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote317 years 3 weeks ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic217 years 3 months ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote217 years 4 months ago

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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