<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Poems on Aneesh Sathe</title><link>https://aneeshsathe.com/tags/poems/</link><description>Recent content in Poems on Aneesh Sathe</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2025 07:03:32 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://aneeshsathe.com/tags/poems/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>On Protocols, Wagons, and Associated Acrobatics</title><link>https://aneeshsathe.com/on-protocols-wagons-and-associated-acrobatics/</link><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2025 07:03:32 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://aneeshsathe.com/on-protocols-wagons-and-associated-acrobatics/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Years ago, maybe a decade even, I fell in love with this software called Scrivener. I could never justify buying it because I didn’t actually write. But having that software would represent a little bit of the identity I would like to have, a writer. The Fourth of July long weekend gave me a running start. The plan was to write every day for a month. If I did, I would buy Scrivener. This was going quite well, then I couldn’t write for two days.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>