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 4 weeks 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

Dark Matter

Lord in absence... Lord in silence... Lord in ordinance... Lord of brilliance... Lord of all our temperance’s... Lord of our entire semblance’s...

For all the worlds caring—we’ve done!

...Here’s to that evenings summer solstice Here’s to my palpable bones beneath the lawn; Here’s to our shy union of rigor-mortis’

A tenant is he

A tenant is he the would-be bee Too husband a flower. That wishes not, her ambles free In fear of the seed-plougher! O her rose of purest white Now crimsons the purple night

See the world is anon...

There are eyes within eyes But blink; and these words are gone! Open—your eyes And then; see the world is anon... All is but one grain... One ear of rice “What more need—you or I’

Straight-out of the delivery box

Straight-out of the delivery box Unharmed by the surgeon’s knife His newly delivered laptop coos. It laughs whist it gripes & grasps At his forefinger! “Now” already

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