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 10 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 2 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

Who stars in our night?

What hour of space Covenants this day, Dawning, Ever-Over Nearer: further: away. What fountains of air Suck lungs to breathe After autumns, care Of a rootless, leaf.

All long' the reign of absorption

Footprints’ of people now unforeseen’ Travelling cogent in one direction, Such is the felicity the raiment of a dream. Each death-nail step a predestination,

Can I bask in the meadow?

Can I bask in the meadow? Of her sunlit shade; Breathe in the musk tomorrow That holds her golden name. Can I walk in the garden? Along her rivers of pain Where the surface woodlands

Your love is like a pinnacle

Your love is like a pinnacle No man could ever climb But your heart belongs with mine Flowing deeper all the time; Deeper than the rivers Running home to the sea Deeper than an apple core

Store teller’ with aqua green eyes’

Store teller’ with aqua green eyes’ You are a peacock whom royally, hides Her royal plumage in disguise, Your cinnamon skin Holds a lotus flower, within, Your peachy warm, smile

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