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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

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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

Postaday

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

Karpidiem

Constant Pace

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

Drafts

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

Poetry

Empty

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

Drafts

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

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