Mark Heathcote

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StoryTen For The Ten Commandments (IP) well-wisher915 years 1 week ago
StoryNicknames for Aislinn Mark Heathcote415 years 5 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 10 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 2 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 6 months ago
StoryChaosity Kills jennifer217 years 2 weeks ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer117 years 3 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 7 months ago

My stories

Death is a luxury

Heart..? Open on the divine..! Slopes of death Concert all fragments-gypsy in-one-dying breath. Torment, intoxicating! The dazzling-storm... That labouring anguish blindingly newborn,

When I Neptune wear my Naught less

When I Neptune wear my Naught less—crown Twisting floridly like a narwhal up and down! My mercury flower a bouquet sea-cucumber Wasp-castanet-stars of pollen, endless in number

If I were a Tree

If I were a Tree A rowan would I be, Sitting unaided on ancient-wall, Looking-both-wise; which-way, not to fall! Yes; here would I perch... between the two..?

If love was a pocket-watch

If love was a pocket-watch I'd never wind the dial Because time is a fickle friend That only last awhile If love was a biplane I'd stand upon the wings And plead with heavens gravity

Time sifts through an hour glass

Time sifts through an hour glass Her chains lock the heart; alas Eternity, weeps in hope All lovers tread the tightrope... The cradle of that long, goodbye! Each month one deader July

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