Category excess

nonetheless: just the smell of …

Before I’m awake I make the coffee, the smell alone is enough   Is this worth the trouble of counting the syllables?  Is it more than a finger exercise? Perhaps the subject matter involves one in such doubting questions.  If so, perhaps it’s more than an exercise. Nothing wrong with a little exercise.  Somehow being […]

So many . . . dandelions

the dandelions in the field more numerous than I remember   I write about meaningless things or rather the meaninglessness of things because in order to “represent” how such things appear to me I have to dislodge them from the hierarchies and grammars of the every day world. The lilies of the field . . […]