, and the Doodles on the radio just before the power grids out sing of the last rhino ringed. The past is not enough to live on to make ends meet. The colony runs consistent lanes running in opposite directions like lines of ancient text the queen home her future near but never quite here.
Entering the sentence, one feels caught in a trap, a cage, punctuation the catches and latches of entrance and exit that clamps down on our heads and tails, our arms or legs, fingers – when we let out an exclamation point, holding swelling finger up. Returning to the three persons (me, you, and the other:Continue reading “Four Short Statements on the 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”