Mark Heathcote

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StoryBeautiful creations Mark Heathcote110 years 8 months ago
StoryBe then he a man who is manly Mark Heathcote010 years 8 months ago
StoryBabylon’s garden Mark Heathcote010 years 8 months ago
StoryAutumn’s beauty transcends Mark Heathcote010 years 8 months ago
StoryAutumn love... Mark Heathcote110 years 8 months ago
StoryAutumn breeze... Mark Heathcote010 years 8 months ago
StoryAt dusk as I urged the fish too bite Mark Heathcote010 years 8 months ago
StoryAsk what is there to hunt or fish for now? Mark Heathcote010 years 8 months ago
StoryAsexual Mark Heathcote010 years 8 months ago
StoryApprehensive lovers Mark Heathcote210 years 8 months ago
StoryApposing purple—day? Mark Heathcote010 years 8 months ago
StoryAny more than the moons aglow… Mark Heathcote510 years 8 months ago
StoryAnother valentine! Mark Heathcote110 years 8 months ago
StoryAnne Frank Mark Heathcote010 years 8 months ago
StoryAnesthetized shock! Mark Heathcote010 years 8 months ago
StoryAn unfinished song Mark Heathcote010 years 8 months ago
StoryAn accommodating beggar Mark Heathcote010 years 8 months ago
StoryAm I Insensitive? Mark Heathcote110 years 8 months ago
StoryAll will come to understand? Mark Heathcote010 years 8 months ago
StoryAll long' the reign of absorption Mark Heathcote010 years 8 months ago
StoryAll long' the reign of absorption Mark Heathcote010 years 8 months ago
StoryAll and sundry loosely delved Mark Heathcote010 years 8 months ago
StoryAhead; anew moon, raises falsehood. Mark Heathcote010 years 8 months ago
StoryAfrikaner, Caribbean Mark Heathcote010 years 8 months ago
StoryAfraid you’d lose your virtue Mark Heathcote010 years 8 months ago

My stories

The tree brides

“Of course a tree has rings… And each a wedding band” O to be the “bride” of such a tree … To bask in his emerald love unendingly. Minus all other pining cordialities

Disappointment

Sometimes a seed will not grow, Removed from one earth to another is hell Never reaching the same stellar highs From whence it was picked: Why is this - who can tell?

A bout of bronchitis!

Someone, somewhere Maybe, not everywhere!

I’m dreaming of an Indian summer

It was a very dry spring And previously a very wet summer Now, what will it deliver? After a record breaking, warm winter. “Yes, I’m talking about the weather”.

Wiry, dragon …

A magpie - cawed… Hopping along the roadside verge Betwixt, flight and fear But knowing neither one! And then the thought arose. “Should I take it as a pet?” This wiry, dragon …

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