Mark Heathcote

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StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie316 years 3 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 7 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote616 years 10 months ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote216 years 10 months ago
StoryA Lovely Day Jupiter1816 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3016 years 11 months ago
StoryChaosity Kills jennifer217 years 5 months ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer117 years 8 months ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote317 years 9 months ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic217 years 11 months ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote218 years 1 week ago

My stories

No two people…

No two people are ever the same… By day or by night! Their tapers both fan the flame… The joy of their light! No two rivers run smooth or strait. The valley is ever winding…

How royally Avant-garde am I

Don’t tell me it isn’t so’ As if I needn’t wish or want to know...? There’s a peacock at the center of every pert peahens breast Who’ll pre-empt her unwillingness her body

See His ceiling lit…

See His ceiling lit with many a mirrored star See His lamps that are truly glitteringly ours… Then; alchemizes these cherished hearts… Into moments; minutes and hours…

On the Nap of Monarch’s wing

On the Nap of a Monarch’s wing I have flown. And done but crossed times mortal ravages… To that livery my King beholds His throne! Save all; but these wolves and savages.

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.

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