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

The feeling I’m feeling...

Soft whispers.... quiet hushes The silent moments Where movements take over Words cannot describe The feeling I’m feeling... When silent echoes Are all around me, and all over?

Gift me what I want

Gift me—gift me-gift me With that velvet touch of your lips Gift me—gift me-gift me One more night Perpetual ceaseless like this... Gift me—gift me-gift me

A pond fly

A pond fly gazes up And sees the day erupt I don’t want to be eaten My wings plucked Can’t I dry them on the wing? And hear the clarion of wind Before bearing On my song to sing!

Raft of souls

In the biblical waters of the human mind Where we raft upon our souls To some other strange immortal isle! Where death lays not in tombs But is arisen in the palm of the redeemer!

She wolf

A she wolf craves a human den. In the hearts of subterranean men With flesh and blood and open jaw Her wolf-print paw marks. Static, claw… A rib wet womb of distemper.

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