Filed under: Comma, Grammar, Reblogged Content | Tags: comma, grammar, poetry
Incredible poem about a comma, written by one of my favorite bloggers!
Be sure to check out her other stuff.
This is my piece, Comma, which was published with The Noctua Review
It’s the little hours I like best. In between moments of rest and wake, eyes parch like paper. Scratchy and dry they turn toward the edges of something missed by only a mark.
The Almost, but Not Quite of a woman turning her head or the skinny places where buildings almost touch. It’s the cross section between thoughts that mean something and thoughts that want to be something. They intersect, briefly touching in a fleeting moment before the intensity is too much. The period at the end of the sentence seems too final.
Before we can be friends, I need to know one thing…
How do you feel about the Oxford comma? Are you pro-OC or anti-OC?
The answer to this question will put you with me or against me in the ever-consistent Battle of the Oxford Comma, so I really, really have to know.
If you need reminding, the Oxford, or serial, comma is defined by Dictionary.com as “ ‘
Got it? Good.
Before you hastily say, “That comma is pointless. Why waste my time writing or typing that extra character?” – you might want to check out some visual representations of why the Oxford comma is such a great idea.
You blasphemer! Still not convinced? Continue scrolling.
Nelson Mandela was not an 800-year-old demigod! As for the dildo collecting…not sure about that one.
And finally, if you still aren’t convinced that the Oxford comma is the only way to go:
Then it means you want to eat Grandpa. You dick.
What’s your take on the Oxford comma? And if you’re against it…I’m taking back that BFF necklace I got you.