Mark Heathcote

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StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote116 years 4 months ago
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StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote616 years 9 months ago
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StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote317 years 7 months ago
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My stories

The one my soul abides

By Mark Heathcote on Mon, 11 Jan 2010

You brought meaning Where there was none. You lit-up this world, Where no-other shone! Because quite simply, Put; you are the one. The one my heart beats For; ten to the dozen!
Love
Poem
Certificate U

How royally Avant-garde am I?

By Mark Heathcote on Thu, 07 Jan 2010

How royally Avant-garde am I? Don’t tell me it isn’t so— As if I needn’t ever know? There’s a peahen at the centre Of every pert-peacocks breast Who pre-empts a willing body
Love
Certificate U

Visionless—puppeteers

By Mark Heathcote on Sun, 03 Jan 2010

Do you buy into this ballot-box choice? Are we not all blindly, taught and lead. Leaderless, restless; without a “voice” Walked; hand in hand with the dead.
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate PG

In the staging of opposites!

By Mark Heathcote on Fri, 01 Jan 2010

In the staging of opposites! Each a beginning to an end: As one door closes 'tight' Another opens arms godsend Calm, untroubled alight. Everything has its origins?
Spiritual
Certificate PG

To live beyond the sunrise!

By Mark Heathcote on Mon, 21 Dec 2009

Better you just dry those sopping-wet big eyes What’s the point in both of us weeping? Surely you can’t now coquettishly disguise… The ways, in which I’m cut, the way I am bleeding…
Love
Poem
Certificate PG

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