Mark Heathcote

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StoryTen For The Ten Commandments (IP) well-wisher914 years 2 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 3 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

All will come to understand?

Mayfly traveller of the astronautics Nothing less dour than your death Separates the spider from his weft... From his mercurial, acrobatics! Webs a zillion, intravenous hang!

Babylon’s garden

By his biogenesis the lowly earthworm So that I might make my own, Eden! Gives unto me some rotting earth... Strewn wild; dead in winter—frozen!

I say; if every man became more and more feminine!

I say..? If every man became more and more feminine! Then where would be a man’s androgens masculinity. Surly her desires would be less passionate and sultry.

Love you’ve got beauty

Love you’ve got beauty In abundance oh so rare It’s wild and it’s earthly -golden as buttercups in your hair Unadorned and oh so radiantly -dressed in arrangements fair.

Once shone and stood for us all

I like this poet? But for his talk of eternity, His dull wit: A dauntless; unending, misery! I like this poetess? But for her executor gallows, Barrel loaded, vinaigrettes

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