Mark Heathcote

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StoryYour love is like a pinnacle Mark Heathcote012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryYour love is like a pinnacle Mark Heathcote012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryWaiting on all, you; have to say Mark Heathcote012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryWhat would this life be, like? Mark Heathcote012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryYou are our cradle in the water Mark Heathcote012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryWhat do I find in a kiss? Mark Heathcote012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryPlayful Fingers… Mark Heathcote012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryMisfortune’s usherettes! Mark Heathcote012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryTreasure me like a desert sun Mark Heathcote112 years 3 weeks ago
StoryLove without sex - sex without love Mark Heathcote012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryNo caldron broths… Mark Heathcote012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryUniversal puzzles Mark Heathcote012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryLove is a road... Mark Heathcote012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryOut of their laurels like Greek gods… Mark Heathcote012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryRight before your eyes Mark Heathcote112 years 3 weeks ago
StoryLay waste to my own dark wastelands Mark Heathcote012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryRiver Street Urchins Mark Heathcote012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryTowering above and beyond… Mark Heathcote012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe father’s daughter Mark Heathcote012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe turn of a wood-screw Mark Heathcote012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe wedding cake couple Mark Heathcote112 years 3 weeks ago
StoryLove’s a dodo Mark Heathcote012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryLet us have back our annual prize! Mark Heathcote012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThey’re singing in the laurels Mark Heathcote012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryMarried life Mark Heathcote012 years 3 weeks ago

My stories

Melancholly wings

Spirit bland as black ink Am I a victim of my own melancholic wings? That is? Is I smudged and spreading, That my darling - won’t work… Darling all I read is your headlines…

Wearing space specks in space

Dreamer… don’t close your eyes The vultures are circling all around… Acid or flower child… The people are counting up from the ground. As the battery light dies in your torch

A hoedown love

In weakness - I love you. And I hope to hold you. I mean - I mean - I want to hold you… To hold you - time after time, Time after time all, all over—again…

On this your birthday

I have watered a well spring Till its continents floated by And still I’ve had springs run dry Leaving me nothing more to say I have watered a well spring And poured a little salt

Ashtray blues

I have those ashtray blues Not wanting to walk Another day in these shoes Singing these butt end songs It’s never easy enough for us But still they contain Some essence of what

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