Sentence lines to right, rounds first, and pauses, runs on, and Comma throws short relay to Dash – who looks Sentence back to first, running the ball into the infield, Sense feels his way to the mound, one on, nobody out, in the bottom half of the first.
A new sentence, ahoy, begins to move along the horizon, words crossing on the horizon like ticker tape, words like ships at sea, ship-sat sea, a sentence a fleet of words, but quiet, so far out, out to sea, but futile, our following them, their passage, so why not just limit the sentence to oneContinue reading “Ticker Tape Sentence”
Go. A sentence fragment. Having one must avoid. All the handbooks say. Danger. Caution. Draw ire. Pounce on error. Incomplete though. I think I thought I was running on. Stop. Go. Thinking of writing post on sentence fragments, how they irk writer reader argument. Murky sirens fill air writing tinnitis. Word wringing. All writing noContinue reading “Sentence Fragment Run-on”