Mark Heathcote

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StoryTen For The Ten Commandments (IP) well-wisher914 years 3 weeks ago
StoryNicknames for Aislinn Mark Heathcote414 years 6 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 3 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 1 month ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer116 years 4 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 8 months ago

My stories

My last bone

I have welcomed death, his gaze his thoughts, his valentines day kiss his black tulips pressed against my blood filled lustful lips Death is not my foe, we are bed fellows
Cherry

Think again

Think of the perfect island and then think again isn't the abyss more perfect? Think of swimming... Your weight, the weight of water gravity and motion... Isn't the abyss more perfect

The poets trinity

poets must be stoic as a tree rooted in coastal chalk-rock ravaged bent in one direction Willing as a lightening-rod to burst into fires free... There is but one love triangle

I go in search of nothing

I go in search of nothing and as they say nothing becomes of nothing but god willing, I’ll find me something...? The night is brim filled with stars look over head at Jupiter and Mars

Meandering space...

We grovel in the dust we drown in the sea we swim... In meadows lush and dance on the bough of a silver willow tree we adapt to the wind... And walk on the moon... As man is an angel

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