Prose

Apostrophe as Invocation of the Female Writer Archetype: My Own Lady Lazarus

Consider the apostrophe, that silly cuticle interrupting a word; the little eyelash that says something belongs to something else. The apostrophe is, metaphorically, a hook, a crooked finger gesturing come hither, a zygote, a dimple, the yin. But more than that, it says you are mine, you belong to me. Come, come. Unlike a comma […]