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Dance Like There Is No One Watching

A Poem by Mark Cope

Cavorting like fools under moonlight, no more dancing on glass; flames of passion within me ignite, all others you surpass. The sweet love..

A Messenger For The Lost Blood

A Poem by Mark Cope

"Due to this population explosion the masses must be controlled." Knee deep in a paddy field held under water. "Chinese government officials ..

Tied to the Place and Time

A Poem by Mark Cope

Roll-call wake-up with the breath of rotting feet; another day, another open wound that won’t heal. ‘Dressed!’ ‘Make bed..

Ocean Nights

A Poem by Mark Cope

I stare out in hurried on jeans, brightly freckled sky lighting up the ocean by my sand soaked feet. Am I the only one awake tonight? The hypo..

The Silence Of So Much Rejection

A Poem by Mark Cope

I look up from a blank page, swimming in a galaxy of questions, last summers butterflies still dead on the dusty windowsill. Outside I see one ..

Leave

A Poem by Mark Cope

Upon the moat the daffs do shine beneath the city wall, beyond, the view that is all mine look on a splendid sprawl. The majestic Minster is b..

Playing God

A Poem by Mark Cope

The silky black sheen that led to the blackbird’s inclined head dressed murderous intent by this fellow in a glacial stare verged in yello..

Prologue

A Chapter by Mark Cope

It all began with an owl called Plop. If it were not for that inquisitive baby barn owl and his naïve compulsion of being afraid of the dark I sw..

Chapter 1

A Chapter by Mark Cope

I began my inspirational quest, indeed my literary career, in a graveyard at night. It wasn’t quite the witching hour when ghosts and ghouls a..

Chapter 2

A Chapter by Mark Cope

James Herriot called the view from Sutton Bank the best in Yorkshire. Sutton Bank is a plateau of rock bearded with trees, jutting out of the surrou..