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 5 days ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf916 years 2 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 6 months ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote216 years 6 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 1 month 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

Lucinda

By Mark Heathcote on Fri, 19 Jun 2009

Lucinda, I’m so cold can you tell me? Is it winter in here because there’s Such a chill that it could kill every man With a woman’s scorn a woman’s will.
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Time is a winged chariot

By Mark Heathcote on Tue, 16 Jun 2009

Time is a winged chariot So spread those wings Of burnish twilight gold Learn to fly above the fold Because child time is not For keeping on your side Youth it is a gift! No-worm suppresser
Miscellaneous
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Sanatorium, women

By Mark Heathcote on Tue, 16 Jun 2009

Sanatorium, women I’m under lock and key Trap in a web of delirium... Never to break free From those sweet interims Of your loves insanity, misery! Sanatorium, women
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Afraid you’d lose your virtue

By Mark Heathcote on Tue, 16 Jun 2009

You had to delegate Something deep inside of me Because I was like an abbot Hiding in his little grey monastery Trembling in his grazed brown; size 9 shoes. Afraid to gaze at you
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The heart whispers

By Mark Heathcote on Tue, 09 Jun 2009

The heart whispers faint old fears once again! And these hands dither holding fag ends Neck shaking stiffens within the membrane The cortex quivers and a storm, transcends.
Love
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