It's been a little while since I were last on here. I've not been so faithful. I have my reasons; each as small and insignificant as each other. Nevertheless, I have been working, at times, writing short aphorism's and other little cuts of my thoughts for my novel. Wine played a fair part in the past week or so... Here's a couple of things on the subject of something or other.
Claret
the blood fills my glass
Claret
I think of my wound
Claret
it runs down my throat
Claret
I think of you
There is so much in a name;
so much and nothing at all;
what is it but the whim of your parents,
and what you will
from thence be known and remembered for,
remembered,
or forgotten,
entirely and forever
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