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 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

A Joy if heaven is perpetually bright!

My soul; be not undeterred, to find... Myrrh, frankincense or precious, gold: A swaddling fever to rein out the cold, Truth; dare not I, not; agonize mankind.

If beauty could let her love to me

If beauty could let' her love to me' Like the white buds on a magnolia tree What a nature in my soul there would be What a freedom in my breast for thee Could I in truth set wing flung free...

The music of one’s love is deaf and dumb

Curiously, I once heard music where there was none! this I perceived when -two deaf and dumb, young lovers were caught-up in an all embracing kiss. After which they spoke in sign,

The garden

The garden is a living cell A Monet' of color And still reflexion! It's life is moving But still like the sun, Forever in dusk or dawn: A theater of hearts Beating as one

An accommodating beggar

I live in a cardboard box On my hands and knees, It isn’t much; but I’m, easily, pleased. Pay a denomination, If it pleases, you! Have some faith, Have some mercy,

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