Mark Heathcote

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StoryTen For The Ten Commandments (IP) well-wisher914 years 1 week ago
StoryNicknames for Aislinn Mark Heathcote414 years 5 months ago
StoryLove is the drug shoe814 years 6 months ago
Storyplease (don't ) marry me! shoe1514 years 6 months ago
Storythe affair shoe1314 years 6 months ago
StoryNo two people Mark Heathcote214 years 10 months ago
StorySpring Fever jennifer214 years 10 months ago
StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie314 years 11 months ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf914 years 11 months ago
StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote115 years 1 month ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A315 years 2 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote615 years 5 months ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote215 years 5 months ago
StoryA Lovely Day Jupiter1815 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3015 years 7 months ago
StoryChaosity Kills jennifer216 years 3 weeks ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer116 years 3 months ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote316 years 4 months ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic216 years 7 months ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote216 years 7 months ago

My stories

Let this pilgrim’s sin, inaugurate

Unnerve! Mine-eye That I might, see! That hand that stirs... Upon an unequivocal sky and sea; Lead me through that lowly pastoral gate. Let this nomad’s world abate.

The bell of Knutsford’s many throng

A young queen dances around the Knutsford maypole! As though she lingered within some fathomless dream Lifting joyful ribbon arms like a linnet on the breeze;

A temporal vision

A temporal vision That’s what I had When I was a child I walked not as a lad But as a lord or a man Wandering, wistfully, blissfully tall Wild and mad, hand in hand

Lamenting hearts

Lamenting hearts will always break- Like, shimmering coals in the grate; But before they can honour this? They’ll burn with a simmering, kiss That they and their fated-

A distant kind of love

A dove calls her mate in the moon But a sea wind calls, go not to soon... For the night is young in circles new The waves are rolling deep and blue. So’ it is for you; the world was made

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