Mark Heathcote

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StoryTen For The Ten Commandments (IP) well-wisher915 years 1 month ago
StoryNicknames for Aislinn Mark Heathcote415 years 7 months ago
StoryLove is the drug shoe815 years 7 months ago
Storyplease (don't ) marry me! shoe1515 years 7 months ago
Storythe affair shoe1315 years 7 months ago
StoryNo two people Mark Heathcote215 years 11 months ago
StorySpring Fever jennifer215 years 11 months ago
StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie316 years 6 days ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf916 years 3 weeks ago
StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote116 years 2 months ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A316 years 4 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote616 years 7 months ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote216 years 7 months ago
StoryA Lovely Day Jupiter1816 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3016 years 8 months ago
StoryChaosity Kills jennifer217 years 2 months ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer117 years 5 months ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote317 years 5 months ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic217 years 8 months ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote217 years 9 months ago

My stories

Autumn’s beauty transcends

By Mark Heathcote on Mon, 07 Sep 2009

Autumn’s beauty transcends the joyous leaves That weep fallen! like the red-orange flame! In the swirl-leaping, gust-gutter: eaves. Sunrises ashen aglow his, aim!
Spiritual
Poem
Certificate U

Oh, Haven’t we all of us

By Mark Heathcote on Wed, 02 Sep 2009

Oh, Haven’t we all of us Once in awhile discovered? In a distant part Of his hearts fire Another woman’s ember Another woman’s lustre Burning behind his silent eyes
Love
Poem
Certificate U

I can promise you, I smiled.

By Mark Heathcote on Tue, 01 Sep 2009

I remember summer holidays They were continually hot and dry They were all of them scorchers... I can promise you, I smiled. Basking under those silver willows
Love
Certificate U

VII Stanzas

By Mark Heathcote on Wed, 12 Aug 2009

I What does it really matter? Like snow in its patter... If it’s to light for heavy—weather If love melts away forever! II Motion a kiss... At midnights asking!
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate PG

Seasonal affective disorder (SAD)

By Mark Heathcote on Tue, 21 Jul 2009

So seasonal ills lull my every mood Ice flows inward outward my thinking Never does the spring thaw lessen its rude Hold on my life; each day begs questioning.
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate PG

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