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Who gives a damn about an Oxford Comma is a lyric of Vampire Weekend (first draft)

As a writer
to keep the axles moving
and the spirit returning
to bring back the goods
that every reader and writer
alike need to remain sane: 85 more words


They're All Definitely ROUGH Drafts

Here are some things that have been saved in my Drafts folder with the idea that I will one day expand them into full blog posts (since they have all been hanging around for at least six months, it seems unlikely): 377 more words


Three Strikes & You Win?!?

A cold brew drips beadlets of condensation on the top of my hand and a hot frank warms other. This can only mean one thing – baseball season. 661 more words


Constant Pace

My heart beats infinite
As a
Calm and steady
Forever at the door of yours;
Burden to your lock.
Pressed and patient… 52 more words


Drafts that never gets published

This is just a poem
Of the time I’ll win once
Of humor and verses
In literary pieces

Words flowed through
It rushed off my mind… 44 more words



Down on my knees
I clutch for comfort
Around a porcelain bowl.
The door is locked
With the truth
Enclosed on one side.
Once for my hips… 199 more words


Draft 2

I’m sitting on a flight to Kolkata; it has halted at Bombay.
Your Bombay, is how I remember it now.

Beside me, is a mother with her hyper child. 643 more words