Mark Heathcote

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I have 597 stories published in 2 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 367507 times and 9 of my stories have been cherry picked.
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Mark Heathcote

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Our love is like a little Jenny wren

Call me she said; call me to bed And say that our love isn’t dead. “So I called her—softly. And I said. Come—lay dear” where we wed.

Damien angel

Is there seated a Damien angel? About my shoulders or nape, contour. Must he be so petulantly-pushy? As to sadly knock me to the floor Will he be my only advocate?

My heart is a cactus flower

My heart is a cactus flower Unwilling to bend... Unwilling to wilt... Unwilling to die... But—still. I just can’t walk away... I’ve sold my life. For a deserts ray For a deserts ray

Hallelujah for a women’s love

Once when I cried for freedom For freedoms ancient sleep I lay on my bed in my kingdom Feeling sad so sad and bleak. Once when I laughed the world laughed too And so my one true love did you;

If you but wish

If you but wish to turn the keyhole I’ll give to you a Skelton key “I give to you my soul” My hearts love—abiding beauty. If you but freefall in to my arms

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