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Writing

On Writing for Money

Yesterday, again, someone asked me when I’m going to start writing seriously. I told them I’ve been writing quite seriously, professionally even, to which they replied, “No, I mean, not for money.”

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Just Kidding

How Not to Stop Procrastinating When You’ve Got Things to Do

Years ago, I wrote a blog on how one must go about procrastinating effectively (with tons of life advice from yours truly). Now it’s floating around somewhere in the depths of the internet, so I thought I would write up a quick refresher on how not to stop procrastinating until it’s too late. I wrote this, of course, while procrastinating one of the side-projects I’ve been meaning to start on the weekends.

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Poems

you told me not to leave you and all i could do was not leave you thinking i hung the stars

it’s better, i think, when break ups end on sour notes.

not sweet melancholy, but lost fingers on unloved instruments

freeing, soothing somehow even,

dripping melted iron, no broken cutlery,

only anger that burns and feeds.

it would take too much maturity

to let you get away with any pieces of me left,

if i didn’t have some resentment clinging onto my person.

to you, who were my friend,

it breaks me how for people once so fond,

apathy is the last matching cloak we wear.

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Poems

reflection

would there be a way to bottle petrichor

to return to peace on a whim

open up my window of perfumes

the blissful damp spell of earth

when trees wave tenderly in chiding whispers

dust settles, but the quieter winds are hard at work

once it’s still, gentle rustles, impregnable dark

those with business outside breathe in the emptiness

a fleeting moment forgotten when night changes

and inside the chaos lingers, builds,

few know how to hold on to the sapience of petrichor

and none who would ever fill me in.