Mark Heathcote

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StoryTen For The Ten Commandments (IP) well-wisher915 years 3 weeks ago
StoryNicknames for Aislinn Mark Heathcote415 years 6 months ago
StoryLove is the drug shoe815 years 6 months ago
Storyplease (don't ) marry me! shoe1515 years 6 months ago
Storythe affair shoe1315 years 6 months ago
StoryNo two people Mark Heathcote215 years 10 months ago
StorySpring Fever jennifer215 years 10 months ago
StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie315 years 11 months ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf915 years 11 months ago
StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote116 years 1 month ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A316 years 3 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote616 years 5 months ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote216 years 5 months ago
StoryA Lovely Day Jupiter1816 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3016 years 7 months ago
StoryChaosity Kills jennifer217 years 4 weeks ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer117 years 4 months ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote317 years 4 months ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic217 years 7 months ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote217 years 8 months ago

My stories

For a short time—only?!

For a short time—Only?! Needing—without Hoping... Wishing—without Wanting... Gazing—without Looking... Dreaming—without Searching... Thinking—without Understanding...

Together there is music

She speaks to sparkle! Like a fluvial mineral crystal -Waterfall—her angelic voice! -An encomium chalice? A scintilla’s hope—aforementioned, With a—window on the angels!

If I a season more than you—miss my cue

I’ll nearer learn nor bear the endless parting..? Like atoms let our souls collide! Such lust, and passions do us still; imparting, Open your heart let whirlwinds decide!

Uniform of scares

A soul may tally to the stars Like a badge of victory honour But who will know of the wounds And wear its uniform of scares. Who will feel the icy lick of blood?

Octagon-love

Does her ivy an oak bough cleave? When her body is clenched in unison Does a twofold breath still bereave? It’s one single, singularity in motion. Does he tent-peg her octagon-love

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