Poetry on Aneesh Sathe

Sun, 02 Aug 2026 17:51:12 +0000

Somehow I’ve never written “Man vs. Nature” in the margins. B. Collins urges me to do so now, but I don’t see it. Man is also nature, and hmm… that’s the right way to bookend that vs.

On Protocols, Wagons, and Associated Acrobatics

Sun, 27 Jul 2025 07:03:32 +0000

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.

The Keel

Mon, 21 Jul 2025 06:23:02 +0000

Tonight we cast our nets 
In foreign waters 
Now we are new 
Tomorrow we’ll belong 
Then the sea'll tug and pull 
Time to be gone 
 
So, let’s 
Kiss the nymphs 
Meet the crabs 
In their bucket games 
Feel their stabs 
 
Our plans are small 
But they are spread 
A thousand ports 
Before we are dead

Image: Sailing off Gloucester (ca.1880) by Winslow Homer.

Rejected In Paris

Wed, 09 Jul 2025 05:18:57 +0000

I got told off by The Paris Review today. Maybe it wasn’t necessarily directed at me, but as they say in the, now old, new lingo, I felt attacked. You see, recently, drawing on the well of inspiration that is history I succeeded in writing a poem, but not just any poem. I wrote a ghazal.

Those who know me for any amount of time are made aware of my taste for writing poetry. It’s usually pretty bad but I persist, cause why not. The OG is long gone anyway. The ghazal is an especially ambitious type of poetry to be taken up my someone with my modest talents. To make matters worse, as I learned today, the ghazal is really well suited for the Urdu. For all practical matters, I know only English.

Variations on a grocery run

Wed, 04 Dec 2024 16:30:23 +0000

I. 
Unruly, unmoored 
A tempest of questions 
In the car seat swrils 
 
 
II. 
The car seat is full 
Of a tidal wave 
Of question marks 
 
 
III. 
A flood of questions 
Pool in the car seat 
Doubting the universe 
 
 
IV. 
Between the tides of questions 
The car seat is both 
Raft and the sea 
 
 
V. 
Asleep 
The cauldron of the car seat 
Brews 
Questions

Thank you, Olivia Dean — Dive

Cool tool for poetry writing

Tue, 16 Jan 2024 06:38:46 +0000

Completely randomly on mastodon I came across this wonderful tool via Ada.

It’s not fancy, it’s a funky looking, but I was instantly in love. Here it is:

Giant Heart Poetry

It has a syllable counting function and I used it immediately to write (bad) haikus… here are a few:

Sanity is found in boxes

Life spills. Unraveled.
Collect it all, tick boxes
GTD keeps me

A Flying Kite Caught

A flying kite caught
Winter’s saddest ocean breeze
Little boy giggled