Mark Heathcote

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StoryTen For The Ten Commandments (IP) well-wisher914 years 8 months ago
StoryNicknames for Aislinn Mark Heathcote415 years 1 month ago
StoryLove is the drug shoe815 years 2 months ago
Storyplease (don't ) marry me! shoe1515 years 2 months ago
Storythe affair shoe1315 years 2 months ago
StoryNo two people Mark Heathcote215 years 6 months ago
StorySpring Fever jennifer215 years 6 months ago
StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie315 years 6 months ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf915 years 7 months ago
StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote115 years 9 months ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A315 years 11 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote616 years 1 month ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote216 years 1 month ago
StoryA Lovely Day Jupiter1816 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3016 years 3 months ago
StoryChaosity Kills jennifer216 years 8 months ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer116 years 12 months ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote317 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic217 years 3 months ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote217 years 3 months ago

My stories

All will come to understand?

Mayfly traveller of the astronautics Nothing less dour than your death Separates the spider from his weft... From his mercurial, acrobatics! Webs a zillion, intravenous hang!

Babylon’s garden

By his biogenesis the lowly earthworm So that I might make my own, Eden! Gives unto me some rotting earth... Strewn wild; dead in winter—frozen!

I say; if every man became more and more feminine!

I say..? If every man became more and more feminine! Then where would be a man’s androgens masculinity. Surly her desires would be less passionate and sultry.

Love you’ve got beauty

Love you’ve got beauty In abundance oh so rare It’s wild and it’s earthly -golden as buttercups in your hair Unadorned and oh so radiantly -dressed in arrangements fair.

Once shone and stood for us all

I like this poet? But for his talk of eternity, His dull wit: A dauntless; unending, misery! I like this poetess? But for her executor gallows, Barrel loaded, vinaigrettes

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