Mark Heathcote

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StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie316 years 2 months ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf916 years 2 months ago
StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote116 years 4 months ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A316 years 6 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote616 years 9 months ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote216 years 9 months ago
StoryA Lovely Day Jupiter1816 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3016 years 10 months ago
StoryChaosity Kills jennifer217 years 4 months ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer117 years 7 months ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote317 years 7 months ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic217 years 10 months ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote217 years 11 months ago

My stories

Our way-would calling?

Star pulsed, lover. “Who’s hearts a purple emperor? Teased-out of a milk-white flower” Churned into curds and whey, Whose rosy, nothingness… In conclave, owlets flicker.

On fairy lit night

On fairy lit night When the snow shone so bright And I held you so tight I felt my love shine through you... I felt the melting Of every storm cloud blowing Away under a summer breeze...

The cat’s cradle

Hold it as a child—could Only the melting snow, Love is a living hope Hope a living hell. Love is a dew lit web Strung across our hearts In love alone do we worship?

All and sundry loosely delved

Stars and there planets, comprise. Hold the orbital, in my eyes. Immense sorrow doesn’t transcend Time want be drawn nearer an end: We can only say “what went wrong”

Outpourings... perfection!

His heart an endless soul A flowering dove tree Tears and clouds cajole His soul an endless heart A whirling dervish Arriving; towards truth... A centered spinning world

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