<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Poetry on Kane G. Anderson</title><link>https://www.kaneganderson.com/blog/poetry/</link><description>Recent content in Poetry on Kane G. Anderson</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 20 Sep 2024 01:04:36 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.kaneganderson.com/blog/poetry/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Sept 2024</title><link>https://www.kaneganderson.com/blog/poetry/sept-2024/</link><pubDate>Fri, 20 Sep 2024 01:04:36 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.kaneganderson.com/blog/poetry/sept-2024/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Product release crunch time pressure.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I find myself capable and confident.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Late night coding.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fuel: Coffee, whiskey, hotdogs, Nita Strauss &lt;a href="https://open.spotify.com/album/6v472xKTGoBedRClrXfY45?si=6-sEqHK-T7ujECcs2n3VlQ" rel="noopener"&gt;https://open.spotify.com/album/6v472xKTGoBedRClrXfY45?si=6-sEqHK-T7ujECcs2n3VlQ&lt;/a&gt;
.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Failure</title><link>https://www.kaneganderson.com/blog/poetry/failure/</link><pubDate>Tue, 14 Nov 2023 19:03:01 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.kaneganderson.com/blog/poetry/failure/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;You find some trouble and stall
Victim life&amp;rsquo;s difficult
Won&amp;rsquo;t own a mistake, just moan
It&amp;rsquo;s carved on your grave stone&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At first I didn&amp;rsquo;t succeed
I tried and tried; still believe
What I control focused in mind
Stumbling blocks a stair to climb&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Movember</title><link>https://www.kaneganderson.com/blog/poetry/movember/</link><pubDate>Thu, 02 Nov 2023 03:19:20 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.kaneganderson.com/blog/poetry/movember/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;First she was happy, then unimpressed.
A flat stare, her displeasure laid bare.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A part of me she loved, now shorn away.
And with it, my sex life this month -
no good deed goes unpunished these days.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The world has need of men who are good.
Even, wise, brave, and just as they should.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In it&amp;rsquo;s place, something new and bold grows,
A defiant symbol she thinks is gross.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>