Mark Heathcote

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I have 597 stories published in 2 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 367232 times and 9 of my stories have been cherry picked.
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Mark Heathcote

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Weight of love

His heart Became a crumpled Red poppy flower A slip knot Solipsism, thorn A barbed iron Slipping anchor On a day, Night had set sail. On a day, A sun must strum,

Pink raindrops

April in her crown of splendour Shows to heaven all her beauties-spoil Those clouds of pink-perfection Waver heavily bowed on bare earth Outside the church like confetti.

Sunspot shadows

Lead me love in sunspot shadows And let me bathe in there light Let me soothe in there sorrows Let me burn in there night Let me tease a violet flower And unveil a golden chalice

Men would quake in their opium hearts

Men would quake in their opium hearts to meet A beauty in whose pleasing narcotic glance All the spheres of the primate’s earth beguile And in who’s still doe like goddess graces dance.

The cradle of the chosen!

Touch, how“plainly the mountains sit In a horseshoe sleigh of snow Smell, how” oblivion reverberates, in it? When pragmatic sluice wheels blow... Hear, how” raucous the rooks, festoon

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