Mark Heathcote

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StoryAdolescent hormones… Mark Heathcote310 years 11 months ago
StoryA white Christmas Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryA tropical thunder Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryA tenant is he Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryA temporal vision Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryA temporal vision Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryA Stealth-fighter Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryA star feathered orchard: Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryA red-roaring foot-tapping jukebox Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryA question amongst equals Mark Heathcote110 years 11 months ago
StoryA prescription of love Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryA pond fly Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryA poetic exile Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryA poet’s epitaph Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
Storya pigeon’s loft Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryA pilgrim’s question Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryA love slave’s shanty to a goddess... Mark Heathcote210 years 11 months ago
StoryA losing hand poker Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
StoryA long-time dead and forgotten! Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
Story"7"autumn haiku Mark Heathcote510 years 11 months ago
StoryA flower cut from desire Mark Heathcote210 years 11 months ago
StoryA backwards look in the mirror… Mark Heathcote310 years 11 months ago
StoryA bridge of joy Mark Heathcote210 years 11 months ago
Story(Player (melded) sparrow). Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago
Story2 unorthodox haiku Mark Heathcote010 years 11 months ago

My stories

It is past understanding the heat of the fire

Sometimes arrogance combines with belief And together they make miracles. It is past understanding the heat of the fire They stoke with their very own desire.

Where is the peace in our lives?

Where is the peace in our lives? Look at the road waiting, dividing. That eternal-crossroad, crossing … Holding-out on us; mystical secrets. She’s frustrated voicing come barefoot?

My bright star

Lie down my dark star Heaven must sleep and be fecund Only in my imagining, Do stars light up and never wizened? Lie down my dark star My horizons have swollen in a fish

Circle of life

Let suitcases stand around you empty Like a Stonehenge circle Let your heartbeat, be at the centre Of a dark darts centrifugal force Let the flower that closes encase you

Encore

Star colourful films of light Dance in the mayhem of the night Stiletto angles say; it’s cold outside. But, in here a meteor-fire inside Showers with electrical anatomical sparks…

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