Saturday, June 9, 2007

Commas in a Series

17 comments:

Anonymous said...

"There are so many different flavors to find,
It gets harder and harder to make up my mind,
How can I ever decide on which kind?

There’s raspberry ripple,
Marshmallow drip,
Peppermint flagpole,
Apple tooth chip;

Macaroon pickle,
Chocolate cheese,
Pumpernickel cherry,
Salami freeze;

Blueberry tweed,
Maple nut mink,
Orange ice pizza,
Raisin run fink;"

The Ice Cream Fountain Mountain – poem by Eve Merriam, My Dog Does My Homework!

Anonymous said...

"Call the doctors Call the nurses Give me a breath of air I’ve been reading all your stories but the periods aren’t there Call the policemen Call the traffic guards Give me a stop sign quick Your sentences are running when they need a walking stick Call the commas Call the question marks Give me a single clue Tell me where to breathe with a punctuation mark or two"

Call the Periods, Call the Commas – poem by Kalli Dakos, If You’re Not Here, Please Raise Your Hand

Anonymous said...

"Manuel was middle-aged, patient, and fatherly." Baseball in April and other stories by Gary Soto, p.18

Anonymous said...

Grandma sat down and put the box on the front room table. Ruth and I looked and waited. Sweat dripped from Grandma's forehead. She reached in her pocket for her handkerchief, wiped her brow, then the back of her hot, toasted neck, and asked for a cold glass of water. I went to the kitchen . . . I filled the glass with water, took two cubes of ice from the icebox, and put them in the glass. The ice crackled, made three pops, and I jumped, startled. --Brenda Woods, The Red Rose Box, p. 2

Anonymous said...

Sister Goodnight was yellow, plump, pretty. She wore store-bought clothes, leather shoes, silk stockings with seams, gloves most days, a straw hat in the summertime. She was from New Orleans, where she used to work with some of the other high tones, Creoles, and pretty brown girls, spending time with sailors who had money to spend. --Brenda Woods, The Red Rose Box, p. 12

twelge said...

" Angel sighed, returned to the front porch, stroked his cat, and sked, “Where did Weasel go?”..." (p.3)

"Blackmail" by Gary Soto

twelge said...

" He chewed, swallowed, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and began to reason with his brother." (p.7)

Local News Stories by Gary Soto, "Blackmail"

kguajardo said...

“They all had swords at their sides, quivers on their backs, and bows at the ready.” Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian P. 171

kguajardo said...

“There is grease on the stove, blood in the air, and angry words piled in the corners.” Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls P. 3

kguajardo said...

“They stuck me with a needle, inflated me like a state-fair balloon, and shipped me off to a hospital with steel-eyed nurses who wrote down every bad number.” Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls P. 8

Anonymous said...

"Muscle Man McGinty is a squirrelly runt, a lying snake, and a pitiful excuse for a ten-year-old. The problem is that no one on Ramble street knows it but me."

-Nan Marino, Neil Armstrong is My Uncle & other lies Muscle Man McGinty tells me. Pg. 1

Anonymous said...

"She could see the white stones bordering Main Street, and there where she had built her house the desert glass still glowed - amethyst, amber, and sea-green."

Roxaboxen
By: Alice McLerran

Anonymous said...

"My buddy stopped by to drop off my music, homework, and a mysterious love letter.

- composed by a student, Jessie"

Anonymous said...

Jim's truck smelled of McDonald's, coffee and dirt.

lcb said...

Her voice trembled in tears, regret, and lost love.

David Theune: An Educational Transformer said...

An original sentence from my weekend where wife and daughters were gone:

David's bachelor weekend sounded like a day spa, an Apple Store, and sadness.

Anonymous said...

Her living room smelled of Taco Bell, soiled diapers, and exhaustion.

(original sentence)