Mark Heathcote

Primary tabs

TypeTitleAuthorRepliesLast updated
StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie316 years 4 months ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf916 years 5 months ago
StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote116 years 7 months ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A316 years 8 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote616 years 11 months ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote216 years 11 months ago
StoryA Lovely Day Jupiter1817 years 21 hours ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3017 years 3 weeks ago
StoryChaosity Kills jennifer217 years 6 months ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer117 years 9 months ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote317 years 10 months ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic218 years 1 month ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote218 years 1 month 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

Pages