Mark Heathcote

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I have 597 stories published in 2 collections on the site.
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Mark Heathcote

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Love will always find its catamaran

You say you’re glad that now we’ve reconnected: Introspectively, “I think anymore, takers” Then a dullards-thought: Doesn’t the sea play cupid.

When; winter does wrestle death..?

When; winter does wrestle death..? Snow lies falling with petals bereft. Her mantle a meadows white lily Uprooting stars in heavens pity. Veils of fine silk they’re too spun to order…

The garden

The garden is a living cell A Monet' of color and still reflection! Its life is onwards moving… But still like the sun forever in dusk or dawn: A theatre of hearts beating as one!

Lest his pilgrim, sins do not inaugurate…

…Unnerve mine-eye. That I might see! That hand that stirs... Upon an unequivocal; sky and sea… Lead me through thy lowly pastoral gate. Lest this nomad’s world; does not abate.

I blew the dust of his black velvet wings…

He touched me firstly in the sunlight… I touched him secondly on that moonlit night. Thirdly; he then touched that red velvet velour. It was then I’d lost count and we sang, amour…

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