Mark Heathcote

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I have 597 stories published in 2 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 354050 times and 9 of my stories have been cherry picked.
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Mark Heathcote

My stories

Where the moonlight and I repine

Love, is blushing a blink risqué. From watching what nervously I’d say. She’s just a hop skip and a jump Sideslip, breaths blossom foray

To the very core of my poor vile being

Tell, why do I kiss her lips that curse me? Mock me to the very core of my poor vile being. As though I were a boil, filled with brie, A carbuncle: a thing, oozing…

What the tabloids say about love!

True love is effortless, ha—so some say. Some even compare it to child’s play But whatever it is, it is neither Child’s play, nor is it effortless, I say.

Tao!

I have merged my hearts ambergris With all the oceans of the stars Mine soul harpooned like a cuttlefish Has cut me from the loom So, I am but a tapestry

(Player (melded) sparrow).

Each; flower must flower a flower. Each; rock a stone a stone. Each; necklace a link to one another That none ever be alone.

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