Mark Heathcote

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I have 597 stories published in 2 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 385811 times and 9 of my stories have been cherry picked.
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Mark Heathcote

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Lucinda

Lucinda, I’m so cold can you tell me? Is it winter in here because there’s Such a chill that it could kill every man With a woman’s scorn a woman’s will.

Time is a winged chariot

Time is a winged chariot So spread those wings Of burnish twilight gold Learn to fly above the fold Because child time is not For keeping on your side Youth it is a gift! No-worm suppresser

Sanatorium, women

Sanatorium, women I’m under lock and key Trap in a web of delirium... Never to break free From those sweet interims Of your loves insanity, misery! Sanatorium, women

Afraid you’d lose your virtue

You had to delegate Something deep inside of me Because I was like an abbot Hiding in his little grey monastery Trembling in his grazed brown; size 9 shoes. Afraid to gaze at you

The heart whispers

The heart whispers faint old fears once again! And these hands dither holding fag ends Neck shaking stiffens within the membrane The cortex quivers and a storm, transcends.

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