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
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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
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StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3015 years 7 months ago
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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

kingdom of the wind

Why does a humming bee Secret the words That we decline to trust Why does he understand The fledgling world; That we commend to dust. Is there not a flower In the desert sand;

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,

Daybreak

Daybreak brings a hope so grand; Only in our torn dreams brier roses Untangling do we begin to understand? What sparkle in the shadows composes The lyrics on the wind quietly broken

To walk in nature as Wordsworth

“To walk in nature as Wordsworth; did, To see the pensive stars in there grid A Moon-white-ice-crimped lake The hilltops burning, slowly; opaque Ashen as autumns, burnished, reds

Waiting on all, you; have to say

Soft ephemeral words of love; I feel them floating, like downy Feathery wings, on the wind: “Each time we capture” them: Our white wings dove Into those whispering, eaves

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