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                  <description><![CDATA[Keep it light, loose and bizzare<br>One is all I need<br>(I can encrypt a zoo)<br>Like a precondition, forests were first.<br>Giambattista saw wandering giants as<br>A trope and a genre<br>Foreign, tragic.<br>Chaotic imagination that is the focus<br>And locus of poets.<br>We engage and encourage<br>With perfect contempt, nostalgia for utopia.<br><br>I seldom dislike doing nothing.<br>I am concerned less with truth than reality<br>On Sundays I speculate<br>On Mondays I dive<br><br>And do not emerge for a week<br>Bottle bound by the bottom of boozy<br>Description.<br>I cannot be the clearing that <br>Overcomes dissolution. <br>I am the clearing that<br>Is dissolved.<br>The desert. The beach.<br>I am remote. I am happy. I am common. I am judged.<br>If I cooperate, I will become my shadow.]]></description>
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                  <pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Raccoon</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Artless rummage, material<br>Gymnast<br>Flipping, flipping through scraps<br>Needy, needing a firm hold<br>Choice in slippery grasp]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/raccoon</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Garden Fence</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Lacewing, snowdrop<br>Wanting an imprint,<br>Delightful curl on a vinerung<br>Wintry, brittle on the slat<br>Loose huddle of intention<br>Something (meadow breaker) to regard]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/garden-fence</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Crossword Heatmap</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[<h2>Crossword Heatmap</h2>
<p><b>Inspiration</b>: Curiosity initially around what the most common crossword layout is. Kinda morphed into wondering about distributions of empty spaces and letters.</p>

<p><b>Description</b>: I downloaded some crossword data from <a href="https://saul.pw/" target="_blank">Saul Pwanson</a>. I focused on the NYT crossword which has had two variations for its history, the <b>15</b>x<b>15</b> daily and the <b>21</b>x<b>21</b> Sunday version. For each version, I tallied up counts of characters per cell.

<p>What's visualized above are frequencies that answer the question &ldquo;When character <b>X</b> shows up, where is it most likely to show up on the board?" The shading is scaled to the max per-cell-frequency of that particular character. So it's really highlighting distribution, not overall frequency.</p>

<p>For example, the character <b>A</b> is far more common than <b>G</b>, but <b>G</b> appears darker because it's very evenly distributed whereas <b>A</b> has a couple of extreme outliers in the top left. It's fun clicking through as some patterns emerge.</p>

<p><b>Quasi-Groupings</b></p>
<p class="indent" style="margin-bottom: 2px; color: var(--color-2);">Anywhere works</p>
<p class="indent" style="margin-bottom: 15px; font-weight: bold;">A&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; G&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; K&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; L&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; O&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; R&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; T&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; W</p>
<p class="indent" style="margin-bottom: 2px; color: var(--color-2);">Great starters</p>
<p class="indent" style="margin-bottom: 15px; font-weight: bold;">B&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; C&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; F&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; M&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; P</p>
<p class="indent" style="margin-bottom: 2px; color: var(--color-2);">Great enders</p>
<p class="indent" style="margin-bottom: 15px; font-weight: bold;">D&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; E&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; S&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Y</p>
<p class="indent" style="margin-bottom: 2px; color: var(--color-2);">Anywhere but the start</p>
<p class="indent" style="margin-bottom: 15px; font-weight: bold;">N</p>
<p class="indent" style="margin-bottom: 2px; color: var(--color-2);">Anywhere but the end</p>
<p class="indent" style="margin-bottom: 15px; font-weight: bold;">H&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; U</p>
<p class="indent" style="margin-bottom: 2px; color: var(--color-2);">Just the middle</p>
<p class="indent" style="margin-bottom: 15px; font-weight: bold;">V</p>
<p class="indent" style="margin-bottom: 2px; color: var(--color-2);">Rarities</p>
<p class="indent" style="margin-bottom: 15px; font-weight: bold;">J&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Q&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; X&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Z</p>

<p style="margin-top: 30px;"><b>Sources</b></p>
<p class="indent"><a href="https://xd.saul.pw" target="_blank">NYT Crossword Data (2024)</a></p>
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                  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Finding a clearing</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[<p>Over the past decade I've lived in 14-ish apartments, 7 cities and 3 countries. It's a lot of movement. There's all kinds of pros / cons with so much change.</p>

<p>But I think my favorite part has been the repeated opportunity to wander. I love to be aimless, love the feeling of discovery.</p>

<p>After our latest move to another city, I'd been trying to find fun things to do with my 1 and 2 year old kids: parks, playgrounds, libraries.</p>

<p>I find it harder to be freeform with such little kids - having a plan puts me (and I think them?) more at ease. So naturally, I turned to the Internet and found some great things. Walkable spots. Close-by drives.</p>

<p>After a month of being here, though, I finally took some time for myself to just go on a random walk. No particular purpose. I ended up passing through the little city center, kept going into the town gardens that then turned to walking paths among rows of beautiful trees.</p>

<p>I took a left on a whim. It was foggy and through some pines, I saw a low fence, then a slide and swings and realized there was this magical little forest playground just sitting there. I was delighted. Couldn't wait to walk the 15 minutes back home, tell my kids and bring them over!</p>

<p>Later, I wondered how I'd missed this delightful spot, and it was simple. Just wasn't on Google Maps for whatever reason.</p>

<p>And that's the beauty of wandering. I could've easily settled into my planned routine, the places I'd already visited, and that would have sufficed.</p>

<p>I also could have done a more in-depth online search or looked at Google Maps satellite view, written a program to detect unknown playgrounds etc etc.</p>

<p>But the sheer serendipity of opening up to life can be so surprising and fulfilling. It brings me immense joy and peace to stumble upon some little marvel.</p>

<p>Sometimes, finding a clearing is as literal as happening upon a space set aside in a dense forest. Or finding the vast horizon at the top of a tree. Sometimes it's taking a few deep breaths, emptying your mind for a millisecond of calm.</p>]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/writings/finding-a-clearing</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <description><![CDATA[<h2>Rising Temperature</h2>
<p><b>Inspiration</b>: Desire to learn some more about LLM outputs and the 1:1 temperature mapping to the warming globe was a salient analogy for things melting down</p>

<p><b>Description</b>: I repeatedly asked an LLM to complete the sentence &ldquo;Climate change is _____ at +[0 - 2.5]&deg;C". And each time, I increased the LLM's response temperature (increases randomness) from <b>0</b> to <b>2.5</b>.

<p>This maps to the global warming temperatures above pre-industrial levels from <b>0&deg;C</b> to <b>2.5&deg;C</b>, a projected temperature we'll likely hit by the end of the century. As of <a href="https://wmo.int/news/media-centre/wmo-confirms-2024-warmest-year-record-about-155degc-above-pre-industrial-level" target="_blank">2024</a>, we were around <b>1.55&deg;C</b> above those levels.</p>

<p><b>Method</b>: I wanted to play with LLM outputs so I ended up using <a href="https://ollama.com/" target="_blank">ollama</a> with <a heref="https://www.llama.com/models/llama-3/" target="_blank">llama3</a> locally to have unfettered access to parameters like <i>temperature</i>, <i>top_k</i> and <i>top_p</i>. <i>Temperature</i> alone didn't drastically vary outputs for such a simple prompt. So I also increased <i>top_k</i> from <b>40</b> to <b>10,000</b> to capture unusual words and increased <i>top_p</i> from <b>0.9</b> to <b>.99</b> to make sure the unusual responses had a chance of being returned.</p>

<p>I found the simple 1-word fill-in-the-blank outputs easy to compare as the model repsonses melt down under increasing temperatures. I'm interested in the odd long-tail outputs of these models. The fabricated portmanteau of &ldquo;grimmanent" (grim + immanent) was fascinating for instance.</p>

<p>Also a reminder that we, both end users and model builders, barely scratch the surface of possible outputs. There is an art to what LLMs can present us and no guarantee it's responding optimally per prompt.</p>

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<p style="margin-bottom: 10px;"><b>Sources</b></p>
<p class="indent"><a href="https://docs.ollama.com/modelfile#parameter" target="_blank">Ollama docs</a></p>
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                  <pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <description><![CDATA[<p><i>The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time.</i></p>
<p><i>- Mary Oliver, wonder of a poet</i></p>
<br>
That quote tumbles around my mind some nights. Makes me think about the last decade, the next decade. Who I can still be.

<p>Makes me think about all the poems I&#39;ve written.</p>
<p>Maybe 1 out of every 100 or 200 scrawls, I find it. The right word, the delightful phrase, something utterly true.</p>
<p>I don&#39;t mind being a broken watch - it&#39;s all about volume. Try. Create. Fill the minutes with life, discovery.</p>
<p>Makes me dream about all the poems I&#39;ll write.</p>
<br>
<i>Next year's words await another voice.</i>

<p><i>- T.S. Eliot</i></p>
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                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/writings/broken-watch</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Antique Tropic</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Creature: beloved, bumpy,<br>Interleaving thing<br>Beside you, groundling,<br>A moderate rest.<br>Intimate, clever life.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/antique-tropic</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>No Need</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Wavy thrum, splendid<br>Blueish afternoon<br>Torso's grassy imprint<br>Eyelids oscillating scales<br>Of exhaustion (exhalation)<br>Wind and treeshade<br>Mimicry<br>Noisy, noiseless and very, very welcome<br>Slow heart and a lovely wait]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/no-need</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Wordless</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Of the after-fold<br>Shadow and shadow-dog<br>Approximate likeness<br><i>Same</i> &#47; <i>except</i> - a pattern<br>(Certainly not mine)<br>Triangles in image, even<br>In cobblestone vanishing<br>Finely attuned, seeking<br>Rhythms, puzzles, variant chords<br>Gnawing, ancient knack]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/wordless</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Optimist</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I, you (we) cast lives<br>Into gaps of printed words<br>We brush flows over aging pigment<br>Narrative creatures that we are<br>Movement, movement<br>We need motion, arcing,<br>Action to freedom<br>I want to tell us (you)<br>A story in perspective, a new story<br>In perspective<br>(How clear you have been)<br>Cleared and estranged<br>There are traces and notes,<br>Compelling notes<br>And many, many echoes]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/optimist</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Projection</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Fingerprint grooves pinning<br>Forcing a needle forward<br>Delicate, etching slice<br>Luminous pressure<br>Pushing a pathway<br>A form of future<br>Intended]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/projection</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>280</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Shaggy watershed, blankets of firs<br>And blurry pines, cosine slopes<br>With a sunny, windy chill]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/280</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Whine</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Silence never felt creative<br>Noise<br>Noise did its part<br>Clambering nonsense finding the spirit]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/whine</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 28 Jun 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Odd One</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Whether I worry or wonder or wear regret<br>I revel in the fold of the repossesed<br>Were I laughing or living or laying awake<br>I'd offer my love, my rivery fate]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/odd-one</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 28 Jun 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Land Animal</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I visited some familiar trees<br>Saw the old footholds, grips,<br>Stretches, contortions and cradles.<br>I imagined my forest seats<br>Leglocked and body balanced<br>I remembered these lithe and lovely wooded homes<br>Movements<br>Of lively springing<br>Climbing, gliding, silent things<br>Wind in the weeds<br>I was guided, had strength to follow<br>Blessing of youth<br>My wild, scattered heart]]></description>
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                  <pubDate>Sat, 28 Jun 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>One of the Problem Children</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Farthest seat from the front<br>Folded into bright pages of<br>Sketched patterns<br>Recombining, calibrating<br>Edges and curved entries<br>An implicit care<br>Ears absorbing a room<br>A type of translation]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/one-of-the-problem-children</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 28 Jun 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>NBA Teamwide 50-40-90's</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[<p>I have a couple of young kids (6-month old and 2 year old), so my days of burning time watching NBA games is long gone. I still try to keep up with the league, though. And during these 2025 playoffs, I follow along by intermittently refreshing the pages on Paul Martinez&#39;s excellent website: <a href='https://www.plaintextsports.com' target='_blank'>plaintextsports.com</a></p>
<p>Since all I can focus on are the game stats periodically ticking, I started noticing patterns. Like how often the Pacers and Thunder, as entire teams, would hover above or around <strong>50%</strong> field goal, <strong>40%</strong> 3-pt and <strong>90%</strong> free-throw percentages. Each team even finished a game hitting that 50-40-90 mark. Super efficient stuff.</p>
<p>We like to keep track of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/50%E2%80%9340%E2%80%9390_club" target="_blank">50-40-90 club</a> for season averages of (mostly) legendary individual players: Bird, Reggie, Nash, Dirk, KD, Steph et. al. So I figured I&#39;d take a deep dive into teamwide 50-40-90&#39;s and write up what I find<a href="#1" class="superscript">1</a>. </p>
<p><i>Disclaimer</i>: I&#39;m aware there are many better ways to describe a team&#39;s shooting performance nowadays, but I enjoy the heuristic. I added true shooting percentages to the tables to provide some extra context.</p>
<h3>The Playoffs</h3>

<p>Let&#39;s start off by looking into the playoffs. The 3-point line has been around since 1979-80 in the NBA, and since then we&#39;ve seen <b>64</b> instances of a teamwide playoff 50-40-90. </p>
<p>Teams hitting those marks went 59-5 (.922) - admittedly more losses than I anticipated, but still very, very good. Teams hitting the marks in the Finals went 3-2 (.600).</p>
<p>Turns out the Thunder and Pacers are the only teams to hit 50-40-90 in the playoffs over the past 2 years. Should lead to some impressive shot-making in this year&#39;s Finals.</p>
<p>Interestingly, the Phoenix Suns lead all franchises with <b>10</b> playoff occurrences of the teamwide 50-40-90. All that offensive firepower leading to zero titles is perhaps an indictment against chasing these numbers...</p>
<p><basketball-table gameType="Playoffs" title="Playoff <span style='font-family: Vollkorn'>50-40-90'</span>s" subtitle="A list of all the playoff games from the start of the 3-point era where a team achieved 50+% field goal, 40+% 3-pt and 90+% free throw percentages"></basketball-table></p>
<h3>The Regular Season</h3>

<p>In the regular season, the teamwide 50-40-90 has happened <b>1041</b> times - around 1% of games in the time period - leading to a record of 909-132 (.873).</p>
<p>I don&#39;t know why I thought it would be even more of a guaranteed win hitting those numbers - guess I was anchored on a somewhat undeserved awe of the thresholds. That win percentage would translate to a 71 or 72 win season though, which is pretty dominating.</p>
<p>Interestingly, the Indiana Pacers lead the league with 61 occurrences. Sadly, these offensive displays have also led them to exactly zero titles. Although maybe, just maybe, they can fix that this year.</p>
<p><basketball-table gameType="Regular Season" title="Regular Season <span style='font-family: Vollkorn'>50-40-90'</span>s" subtitle="A list of all the regular season times from the start of the 3-point era where a team scored 50+% field goal, 40+% 3-pt and 90+% free throw percentages"></basketball-table></p>
<h3>An Artifact</h3>

<p>With so many 50-40-90 occurrences, it turned out that 7 times, both teams hit those marks in the same game. They&#39;ve mostly happened in the past decade, speaking to the increase in efficiency and league-wide shooting talent.</p>
<p>In this mini dataset, I still found it odd that the 2018 Warriors could have lost any game in which they went 50-40-90. I clicked into it and looked at the <a href="https://www.basketball-reference.com/boxscores/201803290GSW.html" target="_blank">box score</a>. Not only did Steph and Klay not play, but KD also got ejected less than 20 minutes into the game, after shooting poorly.</p>
<p>The weird part then became the fact that they still hit the 50-40-90. And it happened mostly because of a sharpshooting Quinn Cook who went 12/15. Digging further, it turns out Quinn is the sole and founding member of the G-League <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/50%E2%80%9340%E2%80%9390_club#NBA_G_League" target="_blank">50-40-90 club</a>. So in a full-circle way, it made sense after all.</p>
<p><basketball-table class="dueling" limit=100 title="Dueling <span style='font-family: Vollkorn'>50-40-90'</span>s" double="true" subtitle="A list of all the regular season times from the start of the 3-point era where both teams achieved 50+% field goal, 40+% 3-pt and 90+% free throw percentages"></basketball-table></p>
<h3>A More Exclusive Club</h3>

<p>I originally thought the teamwide 50-40-90 was going to be rare. With 1000+ occurrences (~25 per season), I felt sort of underwhelmed. So I&#39;ve upped the stakes here and filtered for a more exclusive 60-60-90 club.</p>
<p>It&#39;s an order of magnitude more difficult to accomplish with just <b>14</b> instances so far, and none in the playoffs. As an avid Mavs fan, my favorite part of the list is that a <a href="https://www.basketball-reference.com/boxscores/200904050DAL.html" target="_blank">Dirk + Kidd + the JET + Barea</a> team qualified.</p>
<p>My second favorite part is that somehow the pre-LeBron Cavs joined this club, but were the only ones to lose the game. In 2016, the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-zd62MxKXp8" target="_blank">Chosen One</a> really did break a nasty franchise curse.</p>
<p><basketball-table limit=100 title="Regular Season <span style='font-family: Vollkorn'>60-60-90'</span>s" fgp="0.6" tpp="0.6" ftp="0.9"  subtitle="A list of all the regular season times from the start of the 3-point era where a team scored 60+% field goal, 60+% 3-pt and 90+% free throw percentages"></basketball-table></p>
<h3>The Platonic Ideal</h3>

<p>A version of the perfect teamwide 50-40-90 game would be that every single player who attempts shots also hits those thresholds. </p>
<p>Crunching the numbers, I didn&#39;t find any games that quite met this player-by-player elite shooting display. I found a few games that came fairly close, even exceeding the marks in some categories.</p>
<ul>
<li>2000 New York Knicks: <a href="https://www.basketball-reference.com/boxscores/200001300NYK.html" target="_blank">40-50-100</a></li>
<li>1990 Charlotte Hornets: <a href="https://www.basketball-reference.com/boxscores/199004100CHH.html" target="_blank">40-40-100</a></li>
<li>2025 Miami Heat: <a href="https://www.basketball-reference.com/boxscores/202502280MIA.html" target="_blank">40-30-80</a></li>
</ul>

<p>Maybe in a decade, I&#39;ll check back on this and see whether the elusive club has any members.</p>
<h3>References</h3>

<ol>
<li>Data from Kaggle <a id="1" href="https://www.kaggle.com/datasets/eoinamoore/historical-nba-data-and-player-box-scores" target="_blank">NBA Dataset</a> - Box Scores &amp; Stats (1947 - now). <span id="2">I used <a href="https://github.com/aotimme/gocsv" target="_blank">gocsv</a> + Python for data processing</span></li>
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                  <description><![CDATA[<p>Around 2020, I noticed beige website design popping up. And when I started my digital garden in 2023, I chose that direction. My favorite examples of the genre pair up classic / vintage serif fonts with illustrations. I think the idea is simply to evoke old books and human writing.</p>
<p>In the past couple years, led by Anthropic, a handful of LLM-related websites have co-opted the design style. Their branding in general aims to give the machine an implied humanity. Sometimes I wonder if that&#39;s how they&#39;ve tricked me into using Claude more than other models...</p>
<p>Anyhow I&#39;ve collected some examples of the beige website here and I&#39;ll keep adding them as I find them. Admittedly, a couple might lean more gray when I see them in context here.</p>
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                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/writings/beige</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <description><![CDATA[A round, tumbling sort of breeze,<br>Spilling tops of sand pockets.<br><br>A mile out, the foaming break.<br>Mute.<br>Periodic.<br><br>There is nobody between.<br>Almost nothing.<br><br>Wallpaper waves, right to left.<br>Thousands of watery divots.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/on-waiting</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <description><![CDATA[Do the mountains know they are slowly drowning?<br>Do the birds care?<br>Will the clouds remember<br>When they gather somewhere else?]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/a-pity</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Lagoon</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[From a balcony (lazy perch),<br>My eyes wander out,<br>And lose sight of little.<br>Far greens and further blues.<br>Scenic dissolution.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/lagoon</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Paradisiac</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Miles into the wheeling -<br>Cross of a problem<br>Looking like a loop.<br>You can't help but retrace<br>A stretch.<br><br>Memorial glitch,<br>Or vision.<br><br>Glimpse<br>Of the next time<br>And the next]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/paradisiac</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Climbing Trees</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[<h2>Climbing Trees</h2>
<p><b>Inspiration</b>: The incredible trees that I've had the luck to climb in my life</p>

<p><b>Description</b>: Wanted a place to collect some of my favorite trees. Living in Northern California for about a decade, I was able to free-climb a bunch of redwoods, pines, oaks, and fruit trees. I also added in some favorites from my time in Puerto Rico (flamboyan) and Texas (live oak). There's nothing quite like the feeling of acension, leaning to hang with the wind and the leaves and the sun.</p>

<p><b>Legend</b>: The graphic below is a phylogenetic tree of trees. It's a stylized legend to help understand how closely (or not) these trees are related to each other genetically. The oldest and least related to the others is the Redwood tree (240 Million years old), while the two most closely related are the Lemon and Orange trees, two of the youngest trees (~20 Million years old).</p>
<img style="width: min(100%, 280px);" src="/images/climbing-trees/tree-of-trees.webp"/>

<p style="margin-bottom: 10px;"><b>Sources</b></p>
<p class="indent"><a href="https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/genbank/" target="_blank">GenBank</a> - phylogenetics</p>
<p class="indent"><a href="https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC4868591/" target="_blank">PhySortR</a> - plot</p>
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                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/sketches/climbing-trees</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 22 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <description><![CDATA[<h2>Cistercian Ciphers</h2>
<p><b>Inspiration</b>: (1) The Hungarian-monk-founded <a href="https://www.cistercian.org/">Cistercian</a> school I went to in Texas and (2) the code and cool project page on <a href="https://akosnikhazy.github.io/cistercian-numerals/">Cistercian numerals</a> by <a href="https://bsky.app/profile/yzahk.in">Ákos Nikházy</a></p>

<p><b>Description</b>: It turns out the Cistercians (an order of Catholic monks) created a numeric system that could represent the numbers 1 - 9999. The ciphers have nice symmetry and, with some practice, become quick to read. I annotated them up top to show the locations of the ones, tens, hundreds and thousands. A quick clickthrough has a fun sort of stick-figure flipbook aesthetic. Probably what they were going for with these runes...</p>

<p><b>Legend</b>
<img style="width: 100%;" src="/images/cistercian-ciphers/ciphers.webp"/>

<p style="margin-bottom: 10px;"><b>Sources</b></p>
<p class="indent"><a href="https://yzahk.in/" target="_blank">Ákos Nikházy</a> - canvas code</p>
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                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/sketches/cistercian-ciphers</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 18 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Island Peakscapes</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[<h2>Island Peakscapes</h2>
<p><b>Inspiration</b>: A series of <a href="https://bsky.app/profile/chaneyswiney.com/post/3lckzeb22bk22" target="_blank">beautiful maps</a> created by <b>Chaney Swiney</b>, composed with excellent colors, typography and framing</p>

<p><b>Description</b>: Felt like this was such a cool type of map that I wanted to try my hand at it. Focused on some of the islands that mean the most to me. I think the original maps were made in <a href="https://www.naturalgfx.com/php/secure_order.php" target="_blank">Natural Scene Designer</a> by starting with a <a href="https://www.naturalgfx.com/manuals/NSDPremium7MacManual.pdf" target="_blank">Distance Mask</a> effect. I wanted to order the product, but it seems to be CD/DVD based - a wild flex in the year 2025. So I pivoted to what's good enough and free - got an approximately similar effect using the QGIS <a href="https://plugins.qgis.org/plugins/DEMto3D/" target="_blank">DEMto3D</a> plugin combined with Blender's <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/blender/comments/l6wjn2/how_to_use_the_mist_pass/" target="_blank">Mist Pass</a> - may also be worth investigating <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_vcakofmtV0" target="_blank">distance to camera</a> + textures?</p>

<p style="margin-bottom: 10px;"><b>Sources</b></p>
<p class="indent"><a href="https://chaneyswiney.com/cartography" target="_blank">Chaney Swiney</a> - peakscapes</p>
<p class="indent"><a href="https://portal.opentopography.org/raster?opentopoID=OTNED.012021.4269.1" target="_blank">Open Topography</a> - DEM</p>
<p class="indent"><a href="https://www.data.gouv.fr/fr/datasets/modeles-numeriques-de-terrain-mnt-des-iles-de-la-polynesie-francaise/" target="_blank">data.gouv.fr</a> - DEM</p>
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                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/sketches/island-peakscapes</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <description><![CDATA[<h2>Image Sampling</h2>
<p><b>Inspiration</b>: The fascinating, sometimes disorienting, image processing by the Japanese artist <a href="https://fisheyemagazine.fr/article/le-passe-recompose-de-kensuke-koike/" target="_blank">Kensuke Koike</a> (see image below)</p>
<img style="width: 100%;" src="/images/image-sampling/kensuke.webp"/>

<p><b>Description</b>: So much of the statistical world involves building a model: reducing reality to a more manageable number of dimensions. Even the billions of parameters in the largest LLMs are a simplification of the sheer complexity of reality.</p>
<p>I think the rearrangements of <b>Kensuke Koike</b> provide beautiful intuition into the approximation of what's real. The work creates something wonderfully new, yet remains reminiscent, yearning, incomplete. A jumbled hint. I tried to recreate this effect in code and applied it to some of my favorite paintings and artworks.</p>

<p style="margin-bottom: 10px;"><b>Sources</b></p>
<p class="indent"><a href="https://www.kensukekoike.com/" target="_blank">Kensuke Koike</a> - visual artist</p>
<p class="indent"><a href="https://public.work/" target="_blank">Public Work</a> - public domain artwork</p>
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                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/sketches/image-sampling</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 31 Dec 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Sketch</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Line Drawings</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[<h2>Line Drawings</h2>

<p><b>Inspiration</b>: (1) The beautiful, mazelike, single-line drawings by the Polish architect and engineer <a href="https://miguelabreugallery.com/exhibitions/grounding-vision-waclaw-szpakowski/" target="_blank">Wacław Szpakowski</a> (2) the serenity of Japanese <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_dry_garden" target="_blank">zen gardens</a> and (3) these kinetic art sand tables by <a href="https://sisyphus-industries.com/" target="_blank">Sisyphus</a></p>

<p><b>Description</b>: Wanted to make something slow and peaceful, developing on the page. Each animated drawing is a single, uninterrupted line. And all the drawings are vectorized versions of <b>Wacław Szpakowski's</b> original works. I kinda gave up (for now) on a programmatic way to trace his lines that maintained the sharp corners and straight lines. I tried some out-of-the-box Python skeletonization libraries, medial axis transforms, etc but nothing quite got it. So what remains are squiggly vectors derived from <a href="https://inkscape.org/" target="_blank">Inkscape's</a> &#8220;Bitmap Trace - Centerline" feature.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 10px;"><b>Sources</b></p>
<p class="indent"><a href="https://svgartista.net/" target="_blank">SVG Artista</a> - very cool!</p>
<p class="indent"><a href="https://devina.io/svg-minifier" target="_blank">Devina</a> - SVG minifier</p>
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                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/sketches/line-drawings</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 09 Dec 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Sketch</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Childhood Dictionary</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[<h2>Childhood Dictionary</h2>

<p><b>Inspiration</b>: My little 1-year-old walking around, discovering brand new sounds and words and formulations - really cool to transcribe some of her original words : )</p>

<p><b>Description</b>: There are <a href="https://people.howstuffworks.com/how-many-languages-are-there.htm" target="_blank">thousands</a> of known languages out there which is incredible. Watching my kids learn to speak, it's fun to imagine the literally billions of fleeting dialects that children all around the world express as they discover language. So for now, I'm trying to capture these novel words / sounds and just encourage my kids to be playful and inventive with words.</p>

<pre><code>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Languages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 
</code></pre>
<p class="indent" style="color: var(--orange)">French &rarr; Fre.</p>
<p class="indent" style="color: var(--orange)">Spanish &rarr; Spa.</p>
<p class="indent" style="color: var(--green)">Tahitian &rarr; Tah.</p>
<p class="indent" style="color: var(--blue)">English &rarr; Eng.</p>
<p class="indent" style="color: var(--gray)">Unknown &rarr; Unk.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 10px;"><b>Sources</b></p>
<p class="indent"><a href="https://iso639-3.sil.org/code_tables/639/data" target="_blank">ISO 639-3</a> - language codes</p>
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                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/sketches/childhood-dictionary</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Dec 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Direct Etymologies</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[<h2>Direct Etymologies</h2>
    <p><b>Inspiration</b>: <a href="https://global.oup.com/academic/product/the-oxford-dictionary-of-english-etymology-9780198611127" target="_blank">The Oxford Dictionary of English Etymology</a> edited by <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Talbut_Onions" target="_blank">C.T. Onions</a>- such an incredible 1800's name</p>
    <p><b>Description</b>: Word origins fascinate me, and I wanted to discover the etymologies of all the words I write here on my website. Some words are simple - the word <b>area</b> in English comes from the word <b>area</b> in Latin. Some words are thornier - the word <b>unbelievably</b> is forged from (1) un- (2) believe (3) able (4) -ly, which each have their own multiplying, jagged branches into the past. Cool to explore, time-consuming to visualize. So for now, I stuck with visualizing the simple words - the ones on my website with straight line, direct etymologies all the way back to their origins.
    <p><b>Languages</b></p>
    <p class="indent" style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; gap: 15px; max-width: 500px; line-height: 0.75;">
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--red)">Latin</span>

<p><span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--orange)">Old French</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--orange)">Middle French</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--orange)">French</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--orange)">Spanish</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--orange)">Italian</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--orange)">Portuguese</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--orange)">Old Provençal</span></p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--yellow)">Egyptian</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--yellow)">Hebrew</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--yellow)">Arabic</span></p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--green)">Ancient Greek</span></p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--blue)">English</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--blue)">Middle English</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--blue)">Old English</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--blue)">Scots</span></p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--purple)">Dutch</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--purple)">German</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--purple)">Old Dutch</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--purple)">Middle Dutch</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--purple)">Old High German</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--purple)">Middle Low German</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--purple)">Yiddish</span></p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--indigo)">Old Norse</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--indigo)">Norwegian</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--indigo)">Proto-Germanic</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--indigo)">Anglo-Norman</span></p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--coral)">Sanskrit</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--coral)">Hindi</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--coral)">Gujarati</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--coral)">Kannada</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--coral)">Persian</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--coral)">Pahlavi</span></p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--slate)">Russian</span></p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--teal)">Mandarin Chinese</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--teal)">Japanese</span></p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--seafoam)">Malay</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--seafoam)">Hawaiian</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--seafoam)">Tahitian</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--seafoam)">Taino</span></p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--mauve)">Romany</span>
<span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--mauve)">Angloromani</span></p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--bronze)">Engenni</span></p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 0px; color: var(--gray)">Unknown</span></p>
</p>
    <p style="margin-bottom: 10px;"><b>Sources</b></p>
    <p class="indent"><a href="http://etym.org/" target="_blank">Etymological Wordnet</a>- dataset </p>
    <p class="indent"><a href="https://ety-python.readthedocs.io/en/latest/" target="_blank">ety-python</a>- library to access data</p>]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/sketches/direct-etymologies</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 29 Nov 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Polygon or Circle?</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[<h2>Polygon or circle?</h2>
    <p><b>Inspiration</b>: The limit of a regular <i>n</i>-gon as <i>n</i> &rarr; <span class="infinity">&#8734;</span>&nbsp; is a circle.</p>

<pre><code>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Description&lt;/b&gt;: In the physical world, a perfect circle does not exist and cannot be drawn. In the world of pixels and perception, however, there is some point at which our eyes no longer discern the &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;-gon. I think, for this graphic, I see a circle around the &lt;i&gt;85&lt;/i&gt;-gon and up. Very dependent on size, canvas resolution, widths, color etc. Zooming in, the illusion breaks down even at the hectogon (&lt;i&gt;100&lt;/i&gt;-gon). Was also fun familiarizing myself with some of these unusual names for regular polygons : )&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sources&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;indent&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.kirupa.com/canvas/easily_draw_any_polygon.htm&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Kirupa&lt;/a&gt;- code for drawing &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;-gons&lt;/p&gt; 
&lt;p class=&quot;indent&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_polygons&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;- regular polygon names&lt;/p&gt;
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                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/sketches/polygon-or-circle</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 24 Nov 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Coalescing Text</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[<h2>Coalescing Text</h2>
    <p><b>Inspiration</b>: Exhibit at <a href="https://www.museetahiti.pf/" target="_blank">Musée de Tahiti et des îles</a></p>
    <p><b>Description</b>: Just wanted to have fun animating letters, trying to come up with something interesting, slow, evolving. Maybe evoking synaesthesia? The colors of the letters (graphemes) correspond to the categories of <a href="https://www.researchgate.net/figure/Phonetic-Alphabet-for-IPA-and-ARPAbet-symbols_tbl1_2865098" target="_blank">ARPAbet consonants / vowels</a> (phonemes) in the legend below. The mapping of graphemes to phonemes comes from some of my previous (non-academic, non-official) <a href="https://narro.design/html/linguistics-intro.html" target="_blank">explorations</a>.</p>
    <p><b>Legend</b></p>
    <p class="indent plosives">plosives:
        <span>B</span><span>D</span><span>G</span><span>K</span><span>P</span><span>Q</span><span>T</span>
    </p>
    <p class="indent fricatives">fricatives:
        <span>DH</span><span>F</span><span>V</span><span>S</span><span>SH</span><span>TH</span><span>Z</span><span>ZH</span>
    </p>
    <p class="indent nasal">nasal:
        <span>EM</span><span>EN</span><span>M</span><span>N</span><span>NG</span>
    </p>
    <p class="indent affricates">affricates:
        <span>CH</span><span>JH</span>
    </p>
    <p class="indent liquids">liquids:
        <span>EL</span><span>L</span><span>R</span>
    </p>
    <p class="indent glides">glides:
        <span>W</span><span>WH</span><span>Y</span>
    </p>
    <p class="indent whisper">whisper:
        <span>HH</span>
    </p>
    <p class="indent front">front:
        <span>AE</span><span>EH</span><span>EY</span><span>IH</span><span>IY</span>
    </p>
    <p class="indent mid">mid:
        <span>AH</span><span>ER</span>
    </p>
    <p class="indent dipthongs">dipthongs:
        <span>AW</span><span>AY</span><span>OY</span>
    </p>
    <p class="indent back">back:
        <span>AA</span><span>AO</span><span>OW</span><span>UH</span><span>UW</span>
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                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/sketches/coalescing-text</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 17 Nov 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Sketch</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Silvology</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[<h3 id="overgrowth" style="margin-top: 1em;">Overgrowth</h3>

<p>There are dim pockets in the woods, quiet places. Tree bark coursing with ants, crumbling branches, dark and humid. There&#39;s an allure to their stillness, unmistakable smell. Organic residue and soft ground. </p>
<p>Forests tolerate them for years, decades - sites of latent resurrection. In the meantime they are mapped by those within.</p>
<p>Eerily calm as they writhe, toil. Decay is a series of cliffs, sudden breaks into canyons.</p>
<h3 id="undergrowth">Undergrowth</h3>

<p>I want to trace the line, electric. With another sense, myopic. There is a net, a flow, resilience, springy with the strength of life. Wily, clever little lines.</p>
<p>Can you build an essay this way, a poem? Should I dig up the supports? Less a maze, perhaps a village-turned-city-turned-upside-down. I don&#39;t know if time is cyclic, but matter has many methods of rebirth.</p>
<p>Scale visits this dwelling, then turns away. Moonless, sunless, vestiges appear and fade. A striving, certain.</p>
<h3 id="canopy">Canopy</h3>

<p>Illusion of breath, spaces between spaces / species. Thin workhorse, leafvein transporting pristine light. Lithe bend of top branch, far-reaching spirals.</p>
<p>It seems we have conquered death into dainty blooms. Suffocating green film. Maximize capture, minimize competition.</p>
<p>It is, again, mathematics, or some theory of it.</p>
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                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/writings/silvology</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Oct 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Article</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Ekstasis</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I kindle a kind of kinship<br>King in knitted koi]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/ekstasis</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 03 Oct 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Quark</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Lost or never held, abysmal<br>Dispersal, ragnarök dream or dreamt.<br>Coins flew through my palms,<br>Ghost that I was or will be, heavy<br>Floorsmoke pushing out the door.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/quark</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 03 Oct 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>I Was</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[A curious, unkempt absorption,<br>Logs chopped, soaked and ragged,<br>Untimely, and no type of kindling.<br>Plaster sinews brought<br>Yard by yard by yard, lengthy yield,<br><br>Remittance of thatchery.<br><br>Every time I care less, or less, or less,<br>I am met by a wilderness<br>(Kinetic)<br>My body,<br>Lithe animal dropped,<br>Sharp or soft or<br>Heard and felt and endless.<br><br>Lifetimes could be there in the<br>Collision,<br>In the yielding.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/i-was</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 14 Sep 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Addiction</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Trained mind, grooved,<br>Finding and finding again<br>Pathways, turns, all known.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/addiction</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 24 Aug 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Aging</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Hollow pain,<br>Back locked in a shallow angle,<br>Buckled tendons,<br>Collapsing left knee,<br>Sharp jolt,<br>Eyes driven shut.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/aging</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 08 Aug 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Sail</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Billowy whiplash of a life tethered,<br><br>Knifed free.<br><br>Windstream<br>Rippled fabric, far, far to a<br>Dip, violent dive<br>Into choppy waves]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/sail</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 20 Jul 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>A Trip Home</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Spokes in revolution,<br>Inordinate time, numerical sign<br>Switch-switch-switched<br>Backed up - no - reversed (no)<br>Illusion of frame.<br>Revered, referred, stored - <br>Steel never stolen, un-shared.<br>Brake often broken, padlocked<br>To post, subterranean platform<br>Click,<br>walk, click, walk, click, click click-click<br>Missed it, tired, flat out of breath<br>Bumpy lean, pressed cloth<br>Off kilter with a close ratio<br>No bridle, no saddle, gymnastic<br>Handle (nearly)<br>Swerved, left leg, swung right<br>Gliding.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/a-trip-home</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 13 Jul 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Thinking Back</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Variety is a trick of reconsideration.<br>This was not quite that,<br>Even if it could have been,<br>Or tried to be.<br>It either changed before,<br>Or you changed it after.<br>Alteration or departure.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/thinking-back</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 06 Jul 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>On Longing</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I want to wield clarity,<br>Unburdened motion,<br>Recollected scythe.<br>I want to be mid-field,<br>Certain again, sweating<br>In the churn of unearthed minutiae.<br>This has led somewhere,<br>Could lead elsewhere.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/on-longing</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 28 Jun 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Koan II</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Flurry of rain, mist, quickly cool]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/koan-ii</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Jun 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Frank</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Mouse, cat, man,<br>Sequence of quiet.<br>Long line after the writhing.<br>A body for the compost,<br>One for the grave, one for the sea.<br>One hundred, one and young.<br>A day changes little.<br>A century changes less than you might think.<br>Steady - time, for him, was strong and slow.<br>And he was for me, for a decade, time.<br>Ten years since, one year until…<br>He made it, he missed her - their love, their time.<br>He saw her in the room,<br>He’ll meet her in the sea.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/frank</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>It is Enough</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Trees, their nests, branches,<br>These are sufficient joys.<br>Root, stream, source and filter.<br>What is necessary,<br>I will never understand.<br>Each forest, aloof<br>And plainly so.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/it-is-enough</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 24 May 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>On Falling</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I am never at ease.<br>I examine less and less.<br>Animal tumult.<br>Remove structure and I bristle,<br>Burn into fixation.<br>I, nauseous passenger,<br>Mid-fall,<br>Glancing anywhere but down.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/on-falling</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Parabola</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[My neck flinches - skeletal tick,<br>Terror in a fog<br>That ails me.<br>Thoughts evaporate.<br>Single phrase... maybe a sentence...<br>I cannot carry this frailty.<br>Cannot change it.<br>My body,<br>This only thing left of me.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/parabola</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 26 Apr 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Admittance</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Under the canopy, move slow,<br>Crouch.<br>Weak limbs,<br>Heavy inhalations,<br>Exhaustion.<br>Unfold into common gesture,<br>Rigid plank of a body.<br>A physical ordination, blessing<br>Of shade, anointed soil.]]></description>
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                  <pubDate>Sun, 14 Apr 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <description><![CDATA[Humid teatime vapor, phosphorescent blue, color burned sky<br>A stagnant afternoon, trees clenched - tensed - flexed - clenched<br>Shimmering signals, noise/buzz, dehydrated vision<br>Glared - staticked<br>I select circumstances - avocal - implicit<br>It’s been awhile since I operated in thought<br>Not snapshot<br>In lists, to tasks, with fragments, out of flow<br>Separated from myself, automaton<br>Markov state by state, discrete<br>I am one, unified, languid or lurching, leaping<br>I am, memoryless, in motion]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/fragments</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 07 Apr 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Magnolia</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Broad-leafed olive awning,<br>Chalky lichen wrapping limbs,<br>Wide trunk.<br>Ferned, felt-tipped and knitted bud,<br>Thick calligraphy drawing layered blooms,<br>Magenta into majesty.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/magnolia</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Mar 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Spontaneity</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Rare abundance turning corners,<br>Nooks of laughter, discovery.<br><br>Pastoral image of the lamb and land,<br>Tearing bread, spongy flesh.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/spontaneity</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Mar 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Winter Sun</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[The wind is in all four facets of bloom,<br>Flow and weave, cold cheek<br>With a warm temple.<br><br>These lines are inlets,<br>Coves eroding caves.<br><br>A cicada emits electricity,<br>Thrumming crackle.<br>A gust of reckless traffic.<br>My frame of reference is inverted.<br>I walk where I’d rather ramble.<br><br>A sense of life and lovely loss,<br>Rotten rind and apple blossom.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/winter-sun</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 29 Feb 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <description><![CDATA[A written note, a writ, rote<br>Rupture, ripped, played with<br>Smoke, wound up smote,<br>Pages felled, then filled, then flipped<br>Through, one by one by one by two,<br>A singsong psalm went on a year too long]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/finale</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 30 Dec 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Elutropea</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[A maze of sameness, likenesses,<br>Replayed, replayed, replaced.<br>My eye is not trained.<br>My right hand is fossilizing.<br>Displays, resplendent, asleep.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/elutropea</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 27 Dec 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>In real time</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[<p>Many find it hard to keep up with the pace of things. Since we live much of our lives in realms of computation, we're prodded to match the machine.

<p>We try and try and try to devour content as quickly as servers erase latency. But when we act like computers, fast and ceaseless, it is exhausting, demoralizing and comes at a cost.</p>

<p>Our <a href="https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC6502424/">online brains</a> cannot truly handle the ever-present click, swipe, dopamine, turn to the next novelty. We've drifted into <b>false time</b> and we're floundering. I don't think we were built for this. </p>

<h3>Instant gratification</h3>
<p>Many websites, apps, streaming services etc. aim to offer you XYZ in &ldquo;real time&rdquo;, which really just means &ldquo;instantaneously.&rdquo;</p>

<p>Which really just means &ldquo;we-desperately-want-to-give-you-what-you-want-without-a-single-moment-to-think-because-if-you-think-you-might-leave–and-your-attention-is-our-money.&rdquo;</p>

<p>Companies don't always succeed, but their goal is clear. Any time spent buffering, waiting, etc. could be a death knell for their product / service.

<p>The user could take their tech-induced craving for <a href="https://daily.jstor.org/whats-bad-instant-gratification/">instant gratification</a> to some other product, or worse, a competitor.</p>

<p>The online reality this has created is a very frenetic one.</p>

<h3>Human time</h3>
<p>But <b>real time</b>, our shared, collectively perceived time, isn't like this. Real time flows in different ways. Sometimes it actually is immediate sensory feedback.</p>

<p>Yet often, it draws patience out of us. Vines bloom into flowers, smiles press into wrinkles. Florescence, senescence. This is also our real time of decades and months.</p>

<p>So don't be afraid to step away from this screen, give up the race with computation and explore some other direction. Find comfort in your humanity and find relief in the slowness of things.</p>

<h3>References</h3>

<ol>
<li><p><span id="2">My mom, who wisely preaches balance and delayed gratification - useful things in a hectic world</span></p>
</li>
<li><p><span id="1">T.S. Eliot&#39;s <a href="http://www.davidgorman.com/4quartets/">Four Quartets</a></span></p>
</li>
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                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/writings/in-real-time</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 26 Nov 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>The future is irreducible</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[<p>Depending on your outlook, here's some good or bad news: the future is irreducible. What I mean is that the future is, in an essential way, unknowable. It cannot be reduced to algorithmic understanding or predictive models.</p>

<p>You and I, will, on some level, always be guessing. We don't have all the variables, we never will, and even if we did, the future will be irreconcilable from the present, and especially from the past.</p>

<h3>Peering forward</h3>
<p>Humanity has a long history of searching for an oracle. We are a collectively curious, but anxious species.</p>

<p>Religiously, we've looked for telltale signs, prophesies or omens. Scientifically, from the dizzying matrix of existence, we've strung out threads of knowledge. And some of these are even powerfully predictive (e.g. movement of celestial bodies).</p>

<p>Despite this progress, the vast future across all domains remains, in the truest sense, unknowable. Why? There is irreducible uncertainty in systems that can only be modeled probabilistically.</p>

<h3>Physical systems</h3>
<p>In the physical world we have to deal with a hazy cloud of possible outcomes all the time. Weather systems are a prominent example.</p>

<p>Despite knowing how these systems work on a physical level, their behavior is nonlinear and is very, very sensitive to <a href="https://www.popularmechanics.com/science/a41334070/what-is-chaos-theory/" target="_blank">initial conditions</a>. We can work on the reducible uncertainty portion of this problem, i.e. add more sensors, collect more data points in the atmosphere, the oceans, etc.</p>

<p>This helps us better understand the initial conditions, and helps predict what will happen in the near future with a little more confidence. However, the uncertainty compounds exponentially the farther you move away from those initial conditions, quickly dissolving confidence in our predictions.</p>

<h3>Computers</h3>
<p>There are many systems that don't behave nearly as chaotically as weather, yet remain subject to irreducible uncertainty. The computer is one of those systems. It is an unbelievably reliable invention.</p>

<p>We can almost always predict that the computer will do what we tell it to do. Yet, on its most essential level, at the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bitwise_operation" target="_blank">bitwise operator</a>, a computer can be affected by chaotic natural phenomena.</p>

<p>The typical way a computer stores bits is with a transistor gate, marking the presence or absence of voltage as a 1 or 0, respectively. If rogue electrons flow through this gate, they could unexpectedly flip the bit from a 0 to a 1 or vice versa. Too much heat or faulty hardware can cause such an error, known as a <a href="https://arstechnica.com/gadgets/2021/03/windows-com-bitsquatting-hack-can-wreak-unknown-havoc-on-pcs/" target="_blank">bit-flip</a>.</p>

<p>But so can the magnetic field created as <a href="https://www.scienceabc.com/innovation/what-are-bit-flips-and-how-are-spacecraft-protected-from-them.html" target="_blank">cosmic rays</a> hit the transistor. Because outer space is awash in cosmic radiation (and other risk factors), spaceships minimize risk with <a href="https://people.cs.rutgers.edu/~uli/cs673/papers/RedundancyManagementSpaceShuttleIBM76.pdf" target="_blank">redundancy</a> in their physical computer systems, sometimes employing 5 computers.</p>

<p>If there's a discrepancy in the expected output at any given time, the computers tally what their outputs are showing, and proceed with majority agreement.</p>

<p>While the frequency of these cosmic rays can be modeled probabilistically, the observer remains fogged in a gray area of uncertainty. We'll never know exactly when one of these randomly occuring events will actually occur.</p>

<p>So even for our most robust input/output machine, operating on a millisecond-into-the-future time scale, we cannot be 100% certain it will provide us with the future outcome we predict / expect. Wild.</p>

<h3>Moving forward</h3>

<p>Sometimes, it can feel like we're gaining immense amounts of knowledge, so much so that the future is in our grasp. While we've absolutely made progress peering a little ahead, it's important to recognize that any prediction is wrapped in uncertainty.</p>

<p>It can be humbling to realize this, but ultimately it's also the source of our freedom, our ability to stray from predetermined lines and squiggle our own paths into the future.</p>


<h3>References</h3>

<ol>
<li><p><span id="1">Stephen Wolfram&#39;s interesting take on the <a href="https://www.wolframscience.com/nks/p750--the-phenomenon-of-free-will/" target="_blank">phenomenon of free will</a> and how it relates to computational irreducibility</span></p>
</li>
<li><p><span id="2">Vinod Wadhawan&#39;s blog</a> discussing <a href="https://vinodwadhawan.blogspot.com/2012/04/23-natural-phenomena-are-just.html">natural phenomena</a> and <a href="https://vinodwadhawan.blogspot.com/2012/04/25-laplaces-demon.html" target="_blank">Laplace&#39;s demon</a></span></p>
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                  <pubDate>Wed, 13 Sep 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Boat in the Harbor</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Untethered. Not cut loose in a falling dive,<br>Not freed from a mind with a glimpse of revelation.<br>Frayed.<br>Cord chafed patiently threadbare,<br>Buoy adrift.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/boat-in-the-harbor</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 03 Sep 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Forest for the trees</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[<p>We&#39;ve turned to the forests for centuries to explain ourselves. Sometimes a place of nostalgia (<a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45527/lines-composed-a-few-miles-above-tintern-abbey-on-revisiting-the-banks-of-the-wye-during-a-tour-july-13-1798" target="_blank">Wordsworth&#39;s Tintern Abbey</a>), of estrangement (<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inferno_(Dante)" target="_blank">Dante&#39;s <span class="italic">selva oscura</span></a>), of refuge (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xrvu3mngaf0&ab_channel=JCH007" target="_blank">Robin Hood&#39;s Sherwood</a>), this natural metaphor repeatedly finds new life.<a href="#1" class="superscript">1</a></p>
<p>Our present century brought the massive expansion of the internet, for better or worse. In order to grapple with its prominence, people have, unsurprisingly, looked to the trees for understanding.</p>
<h3 id="dark-forest">The dark forest theory</h3>

<p>Perhaps in the early years, the online world grew organically from individual gardens and seedlings into a forest with enough light, variety and space to enjoy a walk in the woods.</p>
<p>People tended to their plants and trees with care and sincerity. They placed personal interests and hobbies out there and people began to find unexpected community. Though there was always sketchy activity, these dangerous trails were easier to avoid.</p>
<p>Soon after the people, however, came the money. It was clever. It was voracious. And it has devoured us. Nowadays, to move through the open internet is to be monetized or scammed.</p>
<p>There&#39;s a rot in this aging forest, parasitic growth choking the trees, threats lurking. The trails are overgrown, full of sticker weeds, thieves, traps and poisonous vines. We&#39;ve entered the darkest age of <a href="https://tolkiengateway.net/wiki/Mirkwood" target="_blank">Mirkwood</a>.</p>
<p>This transformation is at the core of Yancey Strickler&#39;s <a href="https://onezero.medium.com/the-dark-forest-theory-of-the-internet-7dc3e68a7cb1" target="_blank">Dark Forest Theory</a> of the internet.<a href="#2" class="superscript">2</a> The invasion of ads, data collection, dark patterns, harassment, negativity-driven engagement and bad actors has become so overwhelming that we don&#39;t even want to make a sound, lest we draw public, destructive attention to ourselves.</p>
<p>It&#39;s no wonder we&#39;ve retreated underground to more private spaces, to Venkatesh Rao&#39;s <a href="https://studio.ribbonfarm.com/p/the-extended-internet-universe" target="_blank">cozy web</a> (messaging apps, Discord, Slack, email, etc.).</p>
<h3 id="extending-metaphor">Extending the metaphor</h3>

<p><a href="https://maggieappleton.com" target="_blank">Maggie Appleton</a> builds on this theory by describing how generative algorithmic content may send the digital world into <a href="https://maggieappleton.com/ai-dark-forest" target="_blank">utter chaos</a>. We now have Rogue Johnny Appleseed and his many clones planting a practical infinity of LLM-driven, derivative trees.</p>
<p>The forest was already vast and darkening. Now it will likely become even more immense and treacherous. If a core purpose of going online is to connect with other humans, that&#39;s about to become much more difficult.</p>
<p>In response, it&#39;s tempting to fully disconnect or abandon the online world. I think this will / should happen to some degree and doing so will probably benefit many people (e.g. by eliminating <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doomscrolling" target="_blank">doomscrolling</a>, etc.).</p>
<p>If you want to trade metaphorical trees for natural trees, you&#39;ll find no argument here. I cherish every visit to the forest and every climb into the canopy. I know how it heals and refreshes me.</p>
<h3 id="whats-at-stake">What's at stake</h3>

<p>If you want to stay online in any capacity, I believe cultivating a human-centric online experience is essential. There are many possible <a href="https://maggieappleton.com/ai-dark-forest#passing-the-reverse-turing-test" target="_blank">solutions</a> that Maggie provides to help us navigate this new reality and prove our humanity online (<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reverse_Turing_test" target="_blank">reverse Turing test</a>).</p>
<p>I especially like her recommendations to be as original as possible and to play with unique language/expression. Though I know these aren&#39;t strict safeguards, I find a lot of promise there.</p>
<p>It&#39;ll be tricky, but if we unknowingly lose ourselves in a thicket of LLMs, I&#39;d find that rather tragic.</p>
<p>I care about the triumphs, ramblings, learnings and misadventures of humanity, not the muddled, plagiarized, probabilistic output of algorithms.</p>
<h3 id="genuine-human-intelligence">Genuine human intelligence</h3>

<p>The ongoing transformation is partly why I&#39;ve started this website and why I&#39;m writing a little. I&#39;ve been a huge beneficiary of all types of human-produced content both online and offline. I&#39;ve learned countless things from people and their blogs / courses / code, but I&#39;ve mostly been a passive consumer. </p>
<p>Maybe now, disappointed by the coming changes, I want to actively contribute to a humanist vision of the internet. LLMs and other types of algorithms / statistics can and will play an enormous part in our future.</p>
<p>I just don&#39;t want these tools to obscure our reality or distract us from original human thought and experience. I want to participate in a public exchange of ideas, and help maintain a network of <em>genuine human intelligence</em>.</p>
<h3 id="reviving-forest">Reviving the forest</h3>

<p>People often say &ldquo;you don&#39;t want to miss the forest for the trees.&rdquo; In other words, don&#39;t get so caught up in the details that you lose track of the big picture. In this case, the big picture is a bit of a mess. But it can be cleaned up.</p>
<p>I believe this online moment requires <em>immense</em> focus on the trees, one-by-one, in order to salvage the forest. We can make a home again in the woods. It&#39;ll take a sort of inversion, a fresh return to the nostalgic roots of the internet.</p>
<p>This is the start of my contribution to that endeavor, a hope to create lively new growth. And to connect with others trying to do the same.</p>
<h3>References</h3>

<ol>
<li><p><a id="1" href="https://bookshop.org/p/books/forests-the-shadow-of-civilization-robert-pogue-harrison/6801831" target="_blank">Forests: The Shadow of Civilization</a> by Robert Pogue Harrison - a review of the forest as metaphor in Western thought</p>
</li>
<li><p><span id="2">I found out about these ideas through Maggie Appleton&#39;s <a href="https://maggieappleton.com" target="_blank">awesome website</a> - she&#39;s a big advocate of creating your own online garden, and I gotta say, it&#39;s been fun starting one up</span></p>
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                  <title>At 31</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I walk in a waking way,<br>With cause and a careless triumph]]></description>
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                  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <description><![CDATA[Slant brain crooked, couldn’t elect<br>a lattice, rustic, slow in my process,<br>leaf, left, laughed, I am slow<br>And terrible, and slower still.<br>A shadow crept.<br>In ferns,<br>A bitter, bitter linger,<br>A chalky, sunken chill.<br>I am flat and sunken and slower still.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/foggy-rhythm</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Texan Clatter</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Cobwebs turn to lint<br>And there is nothing on the vine.<br>Dry constriction,<br>Patchwork of a helix past.<br>Armadillo scurry and dig,<br>Voronoi body and rat tail,<br>Suspended leaf on a single thread.<br>Twirl and swing, a country dance.<br>Something stoic and dark and small watches,<br>A tumor in the forest. A stone’s throw,<br>Transfixed.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/texan-clatter</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 15 Jul 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <description><![CDATA[I can replenish my mind with a color.<br>Noisy light<br>In flat glows,<br>Blurry diagrams<br>Of breezy intersections.<br><br>I can refresh my mind with a color.<br><br>Amorphous maps of<br>Shadow<br>Setting, resetting<br>Disappearing.<br>A settling pool of opacities.<br>I am partly submerged, partly breathing,<br>Spines, tendrils, stalks,<br>Exposed phylum, stony lichen.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/overstated</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <description><![CDATA[I imagine the body<br>At Death’s mantle turns inward, breathes (heaves?)<br>Switches the lights off once more. And right then,<br>Right then, its cavern grows electric<br>Fuzzed in that quick-dark glow...<br>Eyelights vacate<br>And the door shuts.<br>Let me fall with the felling of trees.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/hypothesis</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 22 Jun 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Envy is Empty II</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Near wealth, your poverty implicates you.<br>Tilted, swiveling head,<br>Your pauses and lack of boredom.<br>You haven’t spent enough time here<br>To recognize how little they care for their situation.<br>They too are petty.<br>They too are insecure,<br>They too will be forgotten.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/envy-is-empty-ii</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 15 Jun 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Sequoia</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[To be wrinkled, patterned and smooth,<br>Charred.<br><br>Malleable pumice,<br>Grated sandstone<br>With dead logs, bright pine sprouts<br>Filling the darkened spaces,<br>Voids of winter,<br>Spring arrival]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/sequoia</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Cottonwood</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Foothold, handhold, free climb<br>Into sandpaper bark, branches<br>Yawning into reversed submission,<br>Gravity on a yielding load<br>Reaching, stretching, sagging, tired,<br>Memory of an iron touch.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/cottonwood</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Acquired Taste</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Neither simple. Neither complex.<br>Off by one matchstrike, rough scratch,<br>Click, lit. Flint? Sulfur?<br>Wonder in maneuver. Overt. Latent.<br>Crisp arrival.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/acquired-taste</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Bombast</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Twin beyond twining<br>Spherical double & orbital flow<br>Spirit beyond reason, vacantly slow]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/bombast</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Sunshade</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[What thoughtful, lively shade:<br>Flickering around pocketed moss,<br>Little specks reflected<br>Green, then darkly green]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/sunshade</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Lost Cause</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[A moment past my patience waiting in the woods,<br>A kind of endeavor stirs in my feet, my fingers,<br>A curiosity to learn how I interact.<br><br>Where can I glide?<br>Where am I just noise?<br>Will my limbs pull me skyward in oaken arms?<br>Will my stone skip as smooth, fast, effortless, inevitable<br>As the wave that will consume it?]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/lost-cause</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Rare Earth Exhaust</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Why they snuck into rattles, twigs,<br>Thin filaments: gray, rising.<br>I am filthy. I am famished.<br>Chalky stone and sediment,<br>Rainy wash in scrubland woods,<br>Deertrail and footpath.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/rare-earth-exhaust</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>What Little Fate</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Little orange, sat, navel up<br>In the corner of the sidewalk patch,<br>Dirt surrounded by fruitless trees.<br>What inspiration,<br>What little fate<br>Brought you shining here,<br>By method or mistake.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/what-little-fate</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Oct 2021 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Is It True?</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Crickets do not belong<br>Only to the night.<br><br>On cloudy days,<br>I hear them chirp in river pocket and pond marsh,<br>Metronomes mourning the dark.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/is-it-true</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 08 Oct 2021 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>March</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I was never one to shy away from a physical contest<br>Consequence never conquered impulse.<br>I’d be susceptible, sometimes successful,<br>Final.<br>Order would scare my skull into wide-eyed submission.<br>Soldier. Frighted. Dead.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/march</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 05 Oct 2021 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Philosophy</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I knew that could’ve been should’ve been me<br>Living in the past, life on the line<br>Drafted into unthought ideals,<br>I was 18. They were 18. I was there. Would’ve been there.<br>Not enough questions. Not enough doubt.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/philosophy</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 05 Oct 2021 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Koan I</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Is there anything more finicky<br>Than a butterfly<br>Flitting from spot to spot?]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/koan-i</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Oct 2021 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Matrilineal</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I may live my days out in a mirrored exile<br>Flipside of the longitudinal globa<br>Straddled underneath the equator<br>Looking up, looking back, misplaced<br>In a thread of powerful impulse<br>Frozen after quick, matrilineal.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/matrilineal</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2021 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>(Di)splayed</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Battered minds with my brain still spinning<br>In ellipses (circles?)<br>Cryptically seizing epileptic flashes<br>That mean literally nothing.<br>Jumbles travel in the wake of my word<br>Spew. I drift catatonic on broken<br>Emblems and snapshot pendants]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/displayed</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 11 Apr 2021 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>A Kind of Prayer</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Wooden picnic bench<br>Slowly encroached by shade<br>Your planks are weathering,<br>Varnish long stripped,<br>Pollen dust layered.<br><br>Where termites gnawed you down,<br>You’re starting to look more like the tree<br>You once were, or would have become,<br>Ridges of outer bark,<br>Smoothed and splintered,<br>Bespidered,<br>Base wreathed in the vertebrate husks of pine leaves.<br><br>Carefully sat, in spots,<br>You can still support a body.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/a-kind-of-prayer</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 10 Apr 2021 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Monarch</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Vantage, distance, defense<br>Motives of those who<br>Move to the hills<br>Never seem to change.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/monarch</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 09 Apr 2021 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Trace The Line</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Bluegrass, careful, unequivocal<br>Spiky here, shaved there,<br>Earthfur bristling,<br>Cold in summer’s windy fever.<br>There is a gradual slope of green<br>That picks up speed and picks up steam<br>And careens into a cliff<br>Whose bottom I dare not see.<br><br>By that precipice,<br>The patchy weeds<br>Tell me there is no depth to this soil,<br>Nothing firm in the footing.<br>I should retreat to the shadow of trees,<br>Lean against them,<br>Let my page wonder what goes on below.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/trace-the-line</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2021 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Envy is Empty I</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I know how to be wealth adjacent<br>Almost rubbing shoulders, but I will always,<br>Unkempt, push away into wildernesses,<br>Reassociate with my brethren branches,<br>Leaves and foliage. I claim my hilltop<br>Opposite the fenced and manicured<br>Withering their bald rooftops and<br>Vacuumed lawns with disappointment across the valley<br>To create vacant spaces out of bounty:<br>This is the proprietary trick of the rich<br>I see ravens, circling, channeling,<br>Vulturing. They, too, sense a carcass.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/envy-is-empty-i</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 14 Mar 2021 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Sunspot</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Find me an afternoon<br>That teeters on the edge of warmth<br>The type of day where cold feet and old cats<br>Search for sunspots on the carpet<br>Where heat grows only<br>From stillness and patience.<br>In these hours, you’ll find me<br>In a windless nook of the woods,<br>Sunlit, letting my cotton t-shirt shoulders<br>Launder and bake into reptilian comfort.<br>I’ll stand in this clearing, unmoving,<br>Until the shadows angle<br>Or the breeze<br>Shows me another window.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/sunspot</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2021 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Habituated</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I appear more doomed to repeat myself<br>Than I couldve ever believed<br>Change. Ferns. Redwoods. Birds.<br>Tired sleep. Contractions. Contraptions. Solitude.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/habituated</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2021 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>On Resting In the Woods</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[At the end of overgrown paths<br>I halt,<br>Close to the route, where<br>Voices tether loose loops<br>To my ears, sliding free<br>As invisible bodies march<br>Another few feet.<br><br>Soon, I am hid at a vantage<br>Well above, as branches, as birds -<br>Solitary, aware of limits<br>Shoulders to fingers<br>More ground than sky<br>Tethered in a harsher way<br>Yearning and still.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/on-resting-in-the-woods</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2020 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>On Watching</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I notice evening shadows<br>Do not fall or creep or inch<br>I do not have the attention<br>To see them in such real time<br>I am distracted<br>I see them in snapshots<br>Markers, measurements, rooftops<br>Snapshots, darkness.<br>All at once, another night.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/on-watching</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2020 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Pity</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Whisper while you hurt]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/pity</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2020 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Drawing Breath</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I am closely patterned<br>These last evenings tiptoe<br>Next to flames, beards drawn<br>Out to wisps, baggy eyes<br>And wrinkles, singed.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/drawing-breath</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2020 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Skinned</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Nighthorn, visceral, low<br>Resonant, dripping, dripping angelic<br>My worries flatlined into floor vents<br>I pulsed picturesque, waiting,<br>Waiting for some time, hopeful,<br>Melancholic, a drifter surrounded by purpose<br>Propped into the light<br>Some vestigial impulse<br>Surviving in me.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/skinned</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2020 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Scales</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Tall grasses matted down<br>Into creekside cushions,<br>Cross-legged, I sit in hopes of rest<br>With a weariness that doesn’t translate.<br>There is a new world beneath me,<br>Shaded reprieve of minuscule passageways,<br>Canyons<br>I do not know how far a beetle scurries<br>Each hour, each day.<br>Condors drift lifetimes in flight<br>I spend years in search of quiet spots<br>Places unconcerned with footsteps.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/scales</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2020 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Brainlag</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[The way your blood settles<br>Into timezones<br>The quiet limits of body<br>And invention<br>The strength of orbits<br>And spheres.<br>We belong to where we’ve been<br>Sundown, stomach sluggish<br>Vaulted into passive airspace<br>Tough footing slowly found<br>We stumble until we crash<br>On couches or pillows<br>In malingering afternoons]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/brainlag</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2020 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Waste Product</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[What mind wants to see the world<br>Through a grid, this prison turned prism<br>That does more to delight<br>Than to illuminate<br>(False soothsayer)<br>I’m tired of data, equations and calculation<br>If I don’t generate ideas, I’m a shitty computer<br>Let the machine do what it does better<br>I’ll sleep, wander, taste and fuck]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/waste-product</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2020 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Even Keeled, Kempt</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[My mind can and will implode<br>But not before my eyes burst<br>Internal pressure, veins stifling<br>Breath and grinding teeth down<br>Either that, or too exasperated,<br>I’ll wave my flag of beaten relief<br>Power down, lay horizontal fade.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/even-keeled-kempt</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 27 Jun 2020 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Absentminded</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I can’t tell you how often my afterthought<br>is context<br>I blurt mid-rabbit hole into pronouncement<br>I pause straining for<br>a rewind click<br>Thoughts don’t come collected<br>So I call for them, trace them<br>And recall them,<br>in your proximity,<br>In my past voice,<br>More recital than explanation.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/absentminded</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2020 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Hobbled</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I ran flat-footed<br>Pale and proud,<br>Ankle barely flexed<br>or flushed with exertion.<br>I ran in circles, tight<br>With solitude.<br>This is when<br>I knew I would die first.<br>This when I knew<br>I could hardly change.<br>This had been my groove.<br>For years.<br>Another’s rut.<br>Another’s canyon deep.<br>My smooth.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/hobbled</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2020 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Retinue</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[My eyes are filled with a color -<br>Something close to blue.<br>Gray shirts and  jackets drain them<br>Like a midday fog<br>Dimly draped]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/retinue</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2020 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Conditional</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[With each act of faith<br>There’s an act of disapperance<br>I let one group fade and try to assume my other<br>That side of public disagreement<br>Denial, undermining<br>If I can blend it away<br>If I can speak just right<br>If I can listen<br>I can be among you<br>I can convince myself<br>I can forget]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/conditional</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2020 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Excerpt (Stephen Dunn)</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[To stare at the ocean<br>&emsp;In ebriation<br>Is to know frustration<br>&emsp;In repetition.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/excerpt</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2020 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>My Body is a Vessel That I Will Break</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I’m aging into fears<br>Doubts left unexplored.<br>Beginning to worry<br>I’ve been crossing lines<br>Everyone else could already see<br>Tiptoeing high branches<br>&emsp;(Head in the clouds)<br>Trespassing pathways<br>&emsp;(Head in the dirt)<br>My muscles alerted me first<br>Told me how unsure I was becoming.<br>How tired. How unbalanced.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/my-body-is-a-vessel-that-i-will-break</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Feb 2020 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Brachial</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Our days as a collection of surfaces<br>Textures that bend with us, soothe us<br>Couches, beaches, beds<br>Textures that don’t relent<br>Benches, pavement, walls.<br>My day as electric.<br>Give me a tension that draws<br>As much charge as it gives<br>My day as desire.<br>Track, flesh, lover.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/brachial</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Jan 2020 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Etymological Oddities</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[You don’t need to climb too high<br>To notice how small you are<br>Eight or nine feet will do<br>You don’t need to sink too low<br>To notice how tall you’ve been<br>Someone in the middle might say this<br>Half involved in their own life<br>Watching themselves play out brevity<br>And its skirmishes with meaning.<br>Many metaphors meant many people,<br>Or fractions of people<br>Saw each other’s moons askew<br>Their errors writ large, writ law<br>Lunatics come no more from the heavens<br>Than they do from the dirt]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/etymological-oddities</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 04 Jan 2020 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Whit</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I know and I know<br>We make a life out of our excess,<br>We are uncontained, or can be.<br>We are the world’s inheritance<br>We know and we know.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/whit</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 13 Dec 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Impulse</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Stone sprung bone<br>Whispers in the glass box<br>Funny swingtime looped<br>Happy, happy, happy time lapse<br>Gertrude Stein with a wine box, with a wine box<br>Gingembre breaking songs<br>Mix, mix it and lay low]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/impulse</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 13 Dec 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Short Circuit</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Write before the editor<br>Use what you can use<br>Flute song, head in the clear<br>Reacting cold, uncollected<br>Quick spark running, fuzzy electric<br>In your shoulder<br>If you forgot the breaker, fuck it]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/short-circuit</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 17 Nov 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Allowance</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I grew up without one<br>And I grew up with all of them<br>Is that an oxymoron?<br>Doubt is the gray area I thrived in<br>I got the benefit<br>And I still do.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/allowance</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 07 Nov 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Preacher I</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Posture is less important than posturing<br>(Morally and physically)<br>Structural integrity can be feigned<br>And should be.<br>Belief in this underpinning<br>Drives our technology, our politics, our construction.<br>We draw lines in the sand.<br>To show our mettle<br>When the wind erases them<br>We look somewhere else - a more recent line?<br>Another stretch of beach?]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/preacher-i</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 03 Nov 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Granada</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Before you arrived<br>There was greenery flanked by reddish cliffs<br>When you arrived, a separate vision grew.<br>You ordered the iron clay molded<br>The layered stone extracted.<br>You lifted walls, minarets<br>From the earth below<br>And left savage trees crowding<br>Stark fortifications.<br><br>Within, you hid miracles,<br>Developed the mathematics of symmetry<br>Carved truths.<br>You set water to exalted motion<br>Softened its touch on marble,<br>And scented the air with jasmine.<br><br>Centuries of disrepair did nothing<br>But increase its splendor<br>Imagined colors shine brighter<br>Pictured trees, gardens, rooms<br>Vivid in this monument]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/granada</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 19 Oct 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Villa</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[It’s almost a matter of spacing,<br>Of setting expectations.<br>Delicately set in rows<br>Olive trees quilt the curvilinear grounds.<br>To the west, limestone slabs<br>Nestle between the leaves<br>Flatten a slope and frame<br>A soft blue pool<br>Cypress trees trace a line<br>To a date tree, tall, symmetric<br>Standing proud beside the cornerstone:<br>Whitewashed villa, weathered Spanish tiles<br>Lush vines climbing columns<br>By the terraced lawn<br>And a view of the valley, the gorge<br>The canyon walls, vineyards<br>And ancient city:<br>Ronda desde el campo<br>Mi corazón canta y sueña de ti]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/villa</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Oct 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Anthropology</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Lands seem to lock with language<br>Rolling, agitated, calm, brusque<br>Peoples with their earth<br>I can see them<br>Firmly grasping soil,<br>Damp, freshly tilled<br>Briskly walking contours by intuition.<br><br>Many crave this understanding<br>Expansive and deep<br>For centuries, a family rests<br>Where it remains.<br>Until a child grows too restless,<br>Cannot maintain the charade<br>Planted fields dry up - stubborn husks<br>Cling to the end.<br>Even roots, in time, wither.<br>People roam.<br>They trade waters, populate new homes<br>Find another landscape calling.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/anthropology</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 15 Oct 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Rarely, Me</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[People tell me it’s an ahistorical city,<br>Markov’s city,<br>Everyone new taking and trading places<br>Lined up, short line, long line, or next.<br>Always next.<br>Everyone old is waiting, trapped or relieved.<br>Success or failure, I meant it: relieved.<br><br>The unsettled increasingly move<br>Their unsettling rattles neighbors<br>Their moves make me shudder.<br>I might be them,<br>I should listen,<br>But always I do look past them<br>I can nod with definition,<br>Almost certain<br>Yet always I do look past them.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/rarely-me</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 26 Sep 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Gaunt Urgency</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I'm knotted inside, squeezed,<br>Endlessly wringing out<br>Things I try to explain (discussed)<br>With a twisted (swollen) tongue<br>I’m left enough space to breathe, just<br>Enough to write<br>Someday it’ll teach me to be pithy, slow<br>Or indifferent<br>For now I’m fastened in struggle.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/gaunt-urgency</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 21 Jul 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>In Focus</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I have found the limits<br>Of my body<br>The heights it will let me climb<br>Hand over hand<br>Limblike ladder<br>Disappearing in thick canopy layers<br>When I crouch in the high branches<br>I find my familiar edge<br>The one I find when I sprint<br>Fastflown blurry track<br>When I bounce, when I bound<br>And I am weightless.<br>I sway. I float. I fly.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/in-focus</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 06 Jul 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Out Of My Control</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[On a crowded train<br>There are enough screens<br>For me to pay attention<br>[Three seconds at a time]<br>To all my cares, worries and wants<br>I am as shallow<br>As you fear.<br>More intrigued by strangers<br>Than strangeness<br>Than my own narrow years.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/out-of-my-control</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Apr 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Haiku 1</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Empty.<br>Chatter. It’s an echo<br>I never repeat]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/haiku-1</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Apr 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>NIMBY</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[We were uncontained.<br>Do you think we chose to live in the forest?<br>We don’t reject new growth<br>Out of preservation.<br>Why should we live in the shadow now?<br>We balk out of fear.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/nimby</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 18 Apr 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Sunday Morning</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Known.<br>I know the place that he knew.<br>He knew what they knew.<br>We were farms or horses.<br>They were pastors or sheep.<br>They were strong as stone.<br>And just as ruined. By the time<br>We knelt at their altars,<br>I strained. Bodybagged,<br>Furrowed.<br>Lunging to dust.<br>I can pray or I can scream.<br>I mutter. Out of obedience.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/sunday-morning</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 18 Apr 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Home</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Drop<br>Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Until you get along. You get along.<br>Man-eye-ick. Maniacal. Jaw<br>Bone<br>Cut. stone. Clench. Cut. Cut. Jaw. Awe. Awe. Ah.<br>That.<br>We.<br>Saw. We saw.<br>That.<br>We.<br>Saw. We saw.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/home</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 18 Apr 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <guid isPermaLink="false">https://arbourtrary.com/poems/cold-surf</guid>
                  <title>Cold Surf</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Cyclists surge ahead<br>They see the break before you<br>Doubled muni buses parting<br>They ride the smooth lane<br>Push for a true crescendo<br>Many hills to come]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/cold-surf</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 08 Apr 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <guid isPermaLink="false">https://arbourtrary.com/poems/routine</guid>
                  <title>Routine</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I need<br>You<br>To know<br>His father dropped<br>Dead<br>It was the pepper. It was the spray. It was<br>His Body.<br>With the beating,<br>It broke.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/routine</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 15 Mar 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <guid isPermaLink="false">https://arbourtrary.com/poems/unlucky-skin</guid>
                  <title>Unlucky Skin</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Give the pluck a fucking rest<br>Gimme some strum-drop-strum<br>Beat, strum-drop-strum thump<br>Bass and backbeat drum, stump, back weak-knee strum<br>Croon a voice of country pluck<br>Spread a drop of country folk, damn, wisdom<br>Spill my city veins with clean, clean fold-ing<br>I long til I belong, shake til I share my grave<br>Numb in the mirror, mute -<br>And I will strain my jaw<br>Clench my teeth, my teeth to listen<br>I need sound when silence spills<br>I am absent<br>I am gut-strung from wires<br>Alight, I float<br>Endometrial echoes perform orchestrally<br>[Fuck that noise]<br>Ban-ban-jo, rise, damn, rise, rise<br>Crescendo]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/unlucky-skin</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 15 Mar 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Identical</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I don’t have roots<br>I was dug from the earth (molded from many clays)<br>Born into lost words and<br>Freefalling freedom<br><br>I am one of those Americans bound to land<br>And nowhere to place this conviction<br>Schools raised me to claim<br>My inheritance.<br>Whitman claimed I contained<br>These lands in my body,<br>In my expression, boundless.<br><br>Yet I, too, am colonized [contained] (contaminated?)<br>I am colony, colonizer, and colonized<br>Puertorriqueño por reclamación<br>Por familia, por sangre<br>Told our lands were never ours<br>Shown that power wrested<br>Is not soon reclaimed.<br><br>Thousands of miles away,<br>I’ve sped to the coast<br>Not knowing<br>What burned me into<br>Dying bursts of the sun.<br>Searching, scanning<br>The buried horizon,<br>The swaths of fading waves]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/identical</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 10 Mar 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Soliloquy</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Count me as a perpetual drifter of<br>Stoplights and stopsigns.<br><br>Highway exits gift better<br>Than city grates and subway stops.<br>They can exit here. Fast.<br>Guilt hides with time<br>Or faster yet, with distance<br><br>I took my shirt off<br>Cause I knew you’d stare<br>Bent kneeward, seated with business<br>In my gut,<br>Flesh, folded flesh<br>Shoe tie tries<br>Umbrellas and garbage.<br>You’ve seen me near dumpsters. In warm debris<br>Sun scalds and bloated arms blending]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/soliloquy</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 07 Mar 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Details</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[What’s left of a downpour?<br>Raindrops caught in flared petals<br>Skyfall splashed<br>Into spiderwebbed dew<br>Into haphazard permanence<br>Before We - the sun, the bees -<br>Resume entropy’s business<br><br>Perched on outstretched stalks:<br>Rigid liquid -<br>A varnish spilled here, beaded there<br>Little spheres, tense with geometry,<br>Sweat on the lip of a jar.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/details</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Help</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[They ain’t really alive…<br>They AIN’T really alive they ain’t got no<br>Name in no book<br>Leave em be<br>Don’t get killed unhappy now<br>You know I can’t help you with that.<br>Dance the pavement, dance the street.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/help</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Train Quote</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I overheard a rider:<br>“We’re nightfish<br>Fast. Hungry.”<br>We spill our tank at each stop<br>And when it gets late, you know, this late -<br>We don’t replenish.<br><br>I wanted to call us mannequins<br>That one sits. This one stands. Casual, tall. Still.<br>Nobody swims.<br><br>We were a little alive, a little lifeless.<br>Small chatter, long stares.<br>Finding floors and corners<br>No faces interjecting<br>Maybe “fish” was right.<br><br>I don’t think I’ve ever seen one<br>Look me in the eye.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/train-quote</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2019 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Burst</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Why would they call it<br>A ringing?<br>No one can answer.<br>There is neither<br>Clear end nor clear beginning.<br>Just an eventual fade.<br>Missed call. Voicemail.<br>Ears ringing (recuperating noise)<br>This is when you learn that<br>Not only your skin<br>Can be numb.<br>Your inmost birds can screech<br>With god-grafted lungs<br>Straightline flat<br>Unflappable tongues shooting from a<br>Distance fully within.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/burst</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2018 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Pithy</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Whisper while you work ♫ ♪]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/pithy</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2018 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Meadowlark</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Fascinating to watch a small bird<br>Fly down the slope of a meadow<br>It pauses with wigs outstretched - middle of the air -<br>Then retracts its feathers fast,<br>Close to the body<br>Picks up speed in a dive<br>Its true weight revealed<br>In gravity’s jolt<br>Before it stretches to glide again.<br><br>This pause and sprint spaces itself<br>Out along the length of the hill<br>A mesmeric undulation<br>The ends at the top<br>Of a noisy tree.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/meadowlark</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2018 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>High</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Buy me smoked, wrung out<br>On the line<br>Tobacco was made in the dry sun, an accident<br>I am cooked the same<br>Basted and blistered<br>In moonless heat<br><br>I am roughly sane<br>A spoke to B and B to me<br>We wrote it down<br>We crossed it out items<br>A tried some music.<br>B stared out the window.<br>My eyes gave out before my ears<br>So I felt for rumblings<br>Awful groans and yawns giving way]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/high</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 22 Oct 2018 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Acquisition</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[How to come face to face<br>With a capitalist itch<br>How to lend your hands (sacrificial)<br>Digging wealth,<br>Hand it in heaps<br>To your smiling, jack-faced lords<br>(Yes they’ll be men)<br>(Yes they’ll be clean as sheets)<br>So that they (They, too, are stunned)<br>May do<br>As<br>They so wish to do.<br>The firm will grip<br>Your filthy hands<br>With strong gaps - bovine - (eyes to match)<br>Palms flexed<br>In business sense<br>Straining to move on]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/acquisition</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 22 Oct 2018 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Protest</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Keep calm and carry<br>The narrative<br>The aphorism fetches farther<br>Than night shades preach<br>I see when your mirage throttles the lectern<br>Communes with orthodontists<br>(Bless and pray the sacred science never ceases)<br>Tannists, other-ists<br>(seen you)<br>Falls to fail in politics<br>And persists<br>Vacant]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/protest</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2018 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Capital Is Mutable</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Slow-volt spine,<br>Meters measured in metrics:<br>Sandgrains dislodged<br>Vagabonds discouraged<br>Money turned monied<br>To the sweet glass ground<br>I’ll laugh when you fail to see your reflection<br>I’ll fail to find your truth.<br>I’d prefer you pilfer me in the open day<br>And let me slide to struggle]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/capital-is-mutable</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2018 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Panic / Addict</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Slow-volt spine, sinews taut<br>Wrapping cords and packed<br>Writhing in the marrow<br>Free my snakebit muscles<br>Venom-struck and tightbound<br>Let me slither free]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/panic-addict</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 28 Sep 2018 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Lance Armstrong</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[“That’s a good question…”<br>What did you feel compelled to answer?<br>The truth? Did shame spur you? Did truth spurn you?<br>Had you deconstructed your flimsy self?<br>Did you ponder praise? Secretly pray<br>For misinterpretation? For reinvigoration?<br>I heard you trail off<br>Next breath building sharply in lungs ballooned<br>Heartbeat both stopped and pounding<br>Brain barely able to repeat<br>That little question.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/lance-armstrong</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 28 Sep 2018 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Last Day</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[romance is lost without absence<br>a sheltered pair lounges in the car<br>listens to fifties crooners sing the heavens<br>as heavy blue tails slather tri-color soap<br>from sunroof to wheel rims<br>they smile to know no wandering eyes<br>can pierce this foamy shell<br>they lie in mechanic respiration]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/last-day</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2018 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Pivotal Mantras</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I change the way: to build, to break<br>To mold a cold culture into one<br>Brimming with cause<br>Shifting, adapt what you’ve learned<br>Create a compassionate economics<br>Invest in minds, livelihoods<br>There is a common cause, heartfelt<br>And universal, to set loose, set free<br>This is an emphatic formulation,<br>Empathetic formation]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/pivotal-mantras</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2018 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Subtlety</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[It sounded like the pressure popped<br>Clocked your inner ears<br>In a wind you’d find<br>On the hanging side of a ferry<br>Body tilted, clutching the rails<br>Bones paralytic.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/subtlety</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 25 Jun 2018 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Loosened</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I know I’ve caught a rare remark<br>When she giggles, little bit of gums showing-<br>Eyes squinting soft,<br><br>Or when she stares,<br>Relentless<br>Heart blazed in disbelief<br><br>I seek these moments<br>With an equal but opposite passion<br>I flurry, word wise and wonderful<br>I parry, ashamed.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/loosened</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 04 May 2018 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Fundamental</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[&#8212; Nothing persuades<br>&emsp;&emsp;More than presence<br><br>&#8212; Nothing breaks a premise<br>&emsp;&emsp;More than promise<br><br>&#8212; Definitions are only as exact as your<br>&emsp;&emsp;Computer fails to understand<br><br>&#8212;  History + proper suggestion set a <br>&emsp;&emsp;Table in the middle of your room<br><br>&#8212; There are notes in this view<br>&emsp;&emsp;That cannot be true<br><br>&#8212; Let me float.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/fundamental</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Feb 2018 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Earthquake</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I move the slow-volt spine,<br>Snake its rattled bones<br>With gentle whiplash.<br><br>I heave its bodied skull<br>To and fro<br><br>I fray its nerves<br><br>Almost with<br>Whimsy,<br>Almost deadly]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/earthquake</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Feb 2018 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Keep It Racing</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Head nod swinging<br>Bouncing to shoe heel<br>Beat-keeping tap-downs<br>On cold-cut stone.<br>Tambourines should’ve been<br>Built to this rhythm<br>Racing, shaking<br>Balanced on the Beach.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/keep-it-racing</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Feb 2018 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>The Valley</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Part isthmus, part wellspring<br>I cannot stress<br>To stress for you enough<br>How the world shakes<br>When we move<br>How it finds itself anew<br>Looks bewildered at its open palms<br>Shocked by what they wrought<br>Stunned by what they can now wreak.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/the-valley</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Feb 2018 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>6th</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[When this hotel<br>Is your home,<br>This sidewalk<br>Is your porch.<br><br>And on this day when<br>Smoke<br>Hangs in the discolored<br>Air<br><br>The stalled cars vibrating (humming)<br>In late September heat<br>Are a mess of dogs<br>Urinating sweat and gasoline<br>Onto your lawn.<br><br>When they sit, you<br>Shuffle noisily past<br>The muzzled (muffled) lot,<br><br>You greet your neighbors on the other side.<br>Your small talk burns the afternoon.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/6th</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Feb 2018 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Bound</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Giant of the urban edge,<br>Redwood tower fortified<br>And flanking the crosswalk<br><br>You stand corralled and cordoned off<br>By short-fenced lining.<br><br>A net of flies frenzies<br>At your base,<br>Strips and mines the layered decay.<br><br>Brown thatchery to bark<br>To spiral branches<br>Spindling deepest green<br>In the isolate canopy.<br><br>I would stay a while if...]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/bound</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 25 Jan 2018 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Eponymous</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Footstep stops stepping foot<br>On the pavement square,<br>Ripflows outward where<br>Corner meets root,<br><br>Upward<br>Where skyglass shakes,<br>Thinly sunlit and beautiful.<br><br>Vines lace and stitch themselves<br>To rare heights,<br>Here,<br>On the bankdrawn backbones<br>Of monied behemoths.<br><br>Their vicegrip<br>Sheds concrete crumbs,<br>A handful a day:<br>Voracious, clean.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/eponymous</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 18 Jan 2018 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Abridged</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Run quickly from the wasteland woods<br>When clouds darken to rain.<br><br>The air will disappoint you.<br><br>The ground will lie,<br>Slab-splashed and dense,<br>Well-lessoned in alchymy’s<br>Fraud.<br><br>I do not want you to shiver<br>There, iron-propped,<br>Or cold-contained.<br><br>I beg you.<br><br>Fly quickly when the redwoods<br>Disappear.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/abridged</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 10 Jan 2018 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Abstract Dexterity</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I dropped wisely<br>Into the scaffolding - slats<br>Where my mental lap<br>Shivered into position.<br>I was not noted,<br>Not Concrete, not versioned<br>Nor versed.<br>I was masked and imagined,<br>As Daedalus or sleep.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/abstract-dexterity</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 02 Jan 2018 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Demand No. 1</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Let me float.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/demand-no-1</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 2018 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Wavering Belief</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I’ve been to the edge<br>Where you claim deliverance<br>Clutched your forearms<br>In a gripping wave.<br>But I know now this ocean is a poor redeemer.<br>It must’ve thrashed you into silence (prayer)<br>The way it dragged me<br>So far down<br>I could only beg.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/wavering-belief</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 24 Dec 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Currency</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[When you are told you have nothing to say<br>You listen<br>And you do so with a pencil<br>You cram voices<br>Into your pockets,<br>Mark tones onto your pages<br>Even the faint ones<br>Exchange them for cash<br>After a bit of transcription.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/currency</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 23 Dec 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <guid isPermaLink="false">https://arbourtrary.com/poems/elegy</guid>
                  <title>Elegy</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Reclaim me!<br>Drag me out by the cuff!<br>I’ll be your Irish, your Hispanic<br>Your new wave white!<br>I’ll be what belongs.<br>I know how you push.<br>I’ve seen how you pull.<br>I want to blend<br>Into your background<br>Like Ellison’s nameless man.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/elegy</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Incomplete</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Reclamation is a passionless drum<br>That beats from the west.<br>A persistent baritone jumbled mess.<br>It leaves its brother<br>To mind the inland clearing.<br>Collapse. Dissolve. Reclaim.<br>Decay lies dormant<br>In every front yard, every pot,<br>Every gap in the pavement grid.<br>It thrives in the bayshore boglands<br>And rusty dogpatch husks.<br>It moves all along the railroad edge.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/incomplete</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 04 Nov 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Bland</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I stress to stress for you<br>How linguilicisms<br>Create careful comforts<br>Out of base determinations.<br>My brothers aim to recycle<br>Wash-down iterations.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/bland</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 04 Nov 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Excessive</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Lights spillover in tree branch canyon fashion]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/excessive</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 04 Nov 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <guid isPermaLink="false">https://arbourtrary.com/poems/coin-op-frenzy</guid>
                  <title>Coin-op Frenzy</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Smooth minted coins!<br>Fresh, smoothly minted coins!!<br>To be captured by your captor’s<br>Computational fancy!<br>The blockchain must be complete<br>Will be validly verified<br>Suitably certified<br>And dutifully returned to circulation.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/coin-op-frenzy</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 19 Oct 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Foundational</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Identify these<br>Channeled youth<br>As the base<br>Of a bastardized movement.<br><br>Hunger as a spiritual construct<br>As a lyrical concept<br>It feels played out . . .<br>They declared independence<br>Gained the freedom<br>To bound their own lands<br>To draw lines<br>Where before there had<br>Been rivers or canyons<br>Or swaths of sand.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/foundational</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Oct 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Found Musician</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Brother Thelonius<br>Part time friend, full time friar<br>And patron saint of Bottled Bebop.&trade;<br><br>You give my frigid night<br>A needed warmth,<br>Bubbled in a brooding brew:<br>Imbibe it<br><br>Best absorbed on the sidewalk<br>Lifeline, sweet record<br>Slow-spinning inside.<br><br>That deft, adept set of hands<br>Playing the melodies that move them,<br>Keyboard spun in a halo,<br>Mindful crowd soaking it in.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/found-musician</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 14 Oct 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Streetchair</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Nada pasa nunca<br>En la calle<br>Hay que sentarse y esperar<br>Los viejitos no dicen casi nada<br>A veces le pagan treinta<br>O cuarenta<br>El hombre con la voz<br>De piedra pulverizada<br>Se congregan por la noche<br>A beber, a sonreír<br>Y mirar hasta el fondo<br>De la calle.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/streetchair</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 14 Oct 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Sunbathing</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Sunspots bruise my inner eyelids<br>Squinting shut<br>Stop-motion Doppler scans.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/sunbathing</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Oct 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Observation No. 2</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Honeycombs are proxies<br>For offset rows<br>Of slanted circles..]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/observation-no-2</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Oct 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Marriage</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Re-appear with me<br>In bountiful flashbacks<br>We married young, my love.<br>We’ll walk to grow redwood<br>Strong, turtle-wise.<br>Smooth as riverstone<br>Shaped by years<br>We’ll run to grow old.<br>We’ll sleep in meadow grass<br>Pray in humble coves.<br>But now, we sit uplifted,<br>Exchanging love<br>In glances, vows and gazes.<br>Heart to hand<br>To hand to heart,<br>Two souls, one life.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/marriage</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Oct 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Not Everything</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[When you stop at each stop,<br>You see less.<br>You think too much.<br>Exasperation.<br><br>Finding that new<br>Or cold<br>Benches<br>Get neglected the same<br>After 8pm<br>Isn’t a pattern.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/not-everything</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 25 Sep 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Discombobulant</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Daylight moves its death<br>Into three tunnels.<br><br>Two fix noise<br>Into whirring types of<br>Respiration.<br><br>The third leaves noise<br>To listen to itself.<br><br>Every morning,<br>I awake<br>In one of these caves,<br>Lace up my shoes<br>And stumble out.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/discombobulant</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 25 Sep 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Transactional Mercy</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Minimalist and patient,<br>Open and vacant,<br>Each meeting is a product unto itself<br><br>A proper<br>Experience <br>With proper<br>Engagement.<br><br>Mind the details.<br><br>There is an ordered set<br>Of implications<br>We will enumerate, rank and defuse.<br>We choose this because<br>There are scripted measures<br>Of procession.<br><br>Part ritual, part escape,<br>We forsake Malcolm and Theresa.<br>We absolve ourselves of risky<br>Interaction.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/transactional-mercy</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 24 Sep 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Slow-Volt Spine I</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Slow-volt spine<br>Vertebrae measured in mileage.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/slow-volt-spine-i</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Sep 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Opulence</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Give me your tongue,<br>Scrolling from your mouth.<br>Give me your words.<br><br>I’m not here to scoop them up,<br>Splattered.<br><br>I will not prod<br>With forceps poking tonsils,<br>Plucking into your throat.<br><br>Liquor lacquered eyes look through me.<br>Pitter patter steps pass me.<br><br>I will be invisible<br>Where you need me to hide.<br>I will listen.<br><br>I long<br>To hear you slang.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/opulence</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Aug 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Fictional Estate</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[We sat on the trespass side<br>Of the chain-link fence.<br>And got used to sitting there -<br>Next to the milkweed,<br>Fog residue facing<br>From the hilltop.<br><br>We felt big enough<br>To fill that empty lot,<br>Loose enough to balance<br>Beam our way across its<br>Old foundations.<br><br>We traced the outlines<br>Of a home there.<br><br>We broke the thicket<br>Of walls and doors.<br><br>We knew how young we had to be.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/fictional-estate</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Aug 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Rodin</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[He sat there still,<br>Like a flesh and bone Thinker -<br>Head drooped a little drowsier,<br>Wrist pushed up<br>Against the ear,<br><br>Thin needle hanging<br>Deep<br>From a forearm vein.<br><br>Spare draw of blood<br>Leaking<br>Past old tattoos.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/rodin</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Aug 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Grafitti</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Filthy fowl on the fringe.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/grafitti</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Aug 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Track Marks</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Strange to think<br>How these trains have wheels<br>That never leave<br>Their grooves.<br><br>How these trains pass<br>People<br>Who never leave corners.<br><br>How these trains shuttle<br>People<br>Who never leave careers.<br><br>For fear of crashed<br>Derailure<br>They grit and grind away.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/track-marks</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Aug 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Lazy Code</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Haphazard nesting<br>Keeps the wheels turning.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/lazy-code</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 07 Aug 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Codebase</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[&#8212; Creation is an ongoing process with<br>&emsp;&emsp;Tender tendrils farther reaching<br><br>&#8212; Definitions are only as exact as your<br>&emsp;&emsp;Computer fails to understand<br><br>&#8212; Customer-facing, machine-facing<br>&emsp;&emsp;Worldwide-blindness-making<br><br>&#8212; There are notes in this view<br>&emsp;&emsp;That cannot be true]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/codebase</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 04 Aug 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Prompt Paralytics</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[People march here<br>Far before their orders are ready.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/prompt-paralytics</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 02 Aug 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Graph Theory</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[To be yarn-strung<br>Together<br>Looped through our sleeves<br>With small hooks and wires.<br><br>To be railcar<br>And subway commuters.<br><br>This is how the {Valley, Bay} connects.<br><br>Just enough crosstalk.<br>A few cliques (clicks).<br>Apple !xor Google at hand.<br><br>Another conductor<br>Manning the speaker.<br>Fumbling the same directions<br>From time to time.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/graph-theory</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Aug 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Gut Empty</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Anger and all that vacates with it.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/gut-empty</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Jul 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Embarrassed</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Exhaustion shuts eyelids<br>Slower than shame.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/embarrassed</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 26 Jul 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>787</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Time can be cheated.<br>But only for so long.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/787</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 25 Jul 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Life Is Not Mathematics</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Roll with it<br>The details can’t<br>Be proven -<br>Regardless of how<br>You think<br>Or why you think.<br>You’ll only ever get to<br>Know a handful<br>Or a couple<br>Of specks.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/life-is-not-mathematics</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Jul 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Lisbon Cathedral</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Stonebare cathedral<br>Carried a chorus<br>Borne<br>Of magnificent depth.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/lisbon-cathedral</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Jul 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Ellison</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Many layers below,<br>Cables orchestrated our<br>Electric feast<br><br>Smooth-sounded backing on the beat<br>Socialite scrolling,<br>Flameless evenings<br>Mothed in a MOMA glow.<br><br>Twenty miles away,<br>Capacitors stood<br>Like military grade<br>Tombstones,<br>Ground-rooted and gridded.<br><br>Somewhere still beyond,<br>The sun dropt notes<br>In pastel<br><br>Its colors blurred by cooling tower<br>Plumes and a pilot light.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/ellison</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 22 Jul 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Lagos</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[The ocean is as peaceful<br>As the wind that drives it<br>And sand is as fine<br>As the ocean grinds it]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/lagos</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 21 Jul 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Praia da Rocha</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[The ocean is a sculptor<br>With a blue-green fade<br>And a sandstone habit.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/praia-da-rocha</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 20 Jul 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Les Beaux</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Enormous stone tomb<br>Punched into the mountainside<br>Clean cut cavern<br>With triangular shadows]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/les-beaux</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 19 Jul 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Train Landscape</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Do you know<br>How to know<br>When the soil shifts?<br>Do you see the trunks<br>Spacing out?<br>Do you see the treetops<br>Rounding?<br>Alpine to flatline<br>Crisp to endless.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/train-landscape</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jul 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Porto</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[A blanket mutes<br>Parts of the hillside<br>Patterned in dark<br>Green spades,<br>Sprinkled with purple<br>Morning-glory blooms.<br><br>Leaning down to<br>The river, shadows<br>Dealt cool passages.<br><br>Once homes, now ruins<br>Lay beneath.<br><br>The stubborn base of<br>A chimney rises<br>To a covered dome.<br><br>One roof nearby<br>Staves off the ivy mass.<br>Its rusted and ribbed<br>Steel sheets<br>Are carefully layered.<br><br>It’s getting past dusk<br>And no one inside<br>Has turned on a light.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/porto</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jul 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Observational</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[At a distance,<br>The city's forest speaks<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Refuge<br><br>Near its edge,<br>The illusion breaks into boulevards,<br>Sidewalks winding toward some middle.<br><br>And once within the bounded woods,<br>Trees disperse<br>In ordered clumps,<br>Or garden rows.<br><br>They pose next to<br>Latin placard notes<br>Because we are forgetful.<br>Or scientific.<br>Or both.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/observational</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jul 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Lisboa</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Angled walls were made<br>To mitigate<br>This hilltop curve,<br>To retain a<br>Modern language.<br>Spanish-tiled roofs were made<br>To preserve tradition<br>With a patchwork flow.<br><br>Hammers echo<br>In the corridors<br>Between these cobbled<br>Structures.<br>Police sirens trace<br>Audible paths<br>In their canyons.<br><br>The river-ocean<br>Stretches a bit beyond,<br>A slow-changing, massive backdrop<br>Mostly viewed<br>From up close<br>Or up above.<br>The wind’s push is strong, but periodic.<br><br>A couple hammers<br>Ricochet.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/lisboa</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 10 Jul 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Ordinary</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I stared, caught in a window.<br><br>The staff, the cook,<br>The cleaning crew: they<br>Walked around<br>In a Miyazaki light.<br>It wasn’t surreal<br>But it should’ve been.<br><br>They moved in a shredded screen.<br><br>Disjointed by the blinds,<br>Their serving trays were<br>Striped, and their<br>Arms were striped.<br>They dressed and walked<br>In dismembered<br>Dizzy<br>Plaid.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/ordinary</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Jun 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>City of Cold Shoulders</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Why does everyone look<br>So damn the same?<br>Why is all this decay<br>So damn contrived?<br><br>I don’t wanna be mixed up<br>In this kind of a<br>Cold mess.<br><br>Half the day<br>Satellites keep warmer company<br>Than San Francisco.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/city-of-cold-shoulders</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Jun 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Regret</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I left the summer in Texas]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/regret</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Jun 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Bubble Talk</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[&ldquo;Literature can answer the prayers of <br>politics and paint its future threats.&rdquo;<br><br>If you eat a balanced<br>Diet of political speak,<br>You are surely dispossessed.<br><br>And if you can’t move<br>Within<br>The syntax of cities,<br><br>You’ll be surprised<br>Where the wind bites.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/bubble-talk</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Jun 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Proposition Q</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[We’ve wrestled hunger,<br>Knotting itself in our empty mouths,<br>We've begged hard with thirst<br>Flaking our bloody lips.<br><br>So we’ve learned  to grip life close.<br><br>In our walled-off streets,<br>We ziptie flags<br>To tentpoles with clenched teeth.<br><br>On gray dawns we line sidewalks<br>To barricade against<br>The red and blue siren bluster.<br><br>If we break,<br>We stand up in our wake.<br><br>We roam untethered, <br>Build it all again<br>Dispersed,<br>But never dispossessed.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/proposition-q</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Jun 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Urgent: Questionnaire</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Could you tell me how many birds<br>You saw from the ground?<br>You saw in a dream?<br>You saw? You see?<br><br>Could you tell me<br>How many dreams<br>You saw in a bird?<br><br>Now bare your teeth,<br>Your barren teeth!<br><br>Fewer than two? Than three? Than ten?<br><br>Did you keep them all? <br>Every one?<br>Have you flown<br>Just to fly?<br>Have you leaped<br>From the redwood trees?<br>Tell me how many<br>Dreams you need to know.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/urgent-questionnaire</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Jun 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Uniform Variance</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[It was subtle.<br>I couldnt've picked<br>Myself out of that crowd.<br><br>Even the tropical<br>Flavors played along,<br>Faded themselves<br>As a favor<br>To blend<br>With our muted vanity.<br><br>Blue is black is gray is blue.<br><br>Nothing gave much of a mutiny:<br>Not the woodworked ceiling,<br>Not the plastered moments<br>Of artistic explosions<br>Hanging in hunted trophy style.<br><br>We mostly settled.<br><br>Ate a slice or two of pricey bread.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/uniform-variance</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Jun 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Craftsmanship</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Stitch and staple - <br>Sinusoidal leather boats<br>With a dip of gloss,<br>A wedge cut,<br>And a hand-written,<br>Tech-delivered<br>Price tag.<br>Retro fits<br>Never felt so rich(e).]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/craftsmanship</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Jun 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Insulated</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Ten valves per<br>Square inch of your personal<br>Purview, dug in<br>Flutelike depth to the<br>Midnight terrain.<br><br>From one hundred feet high,<br>You can feign familiarity.<br><br>From cruising altitude,<br>The yellow-white, red-blue lamplights<br><br>Hypnotize.<br><br>They float in siloed unison<br>As bioluminescent snapshots.<br><br>They disappear with<br>Inescapable curvatures<br>Of horizons and shores.<br><br>They flare as vivid tattoos<br>With pointillist intrigue<br>Morphing<br>Into pointed vigilance.<br><br>The lights consolidate.<br>They brace<br><br>Against the hidden<br>Forests and farms.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/insulated</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 28 May 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Privilege</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Knowledge wills its way<br>Into your every day<br>Expertise assumed with<br>Some quietude and a<br>Couple spare nods.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/privilege</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
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                  <title>Gentrified</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I ordered an Old Cuban<br>In the whitest of towns.<br>Sure,<br>It’s progressive.<br>Sure,<br>You can smoke weed every second<br>On a sidewalk<br>That leads straight to<br>Banks and the bay.<br><br>But try some time to<br>Speak as you’re supposed to<br>Lips set in Spanish tones.<br>Greet the blank but smiling<br>Faces.<br>And remember they don’t give<br>A fuck either.<br>They’ll wash you away<br>With a wave<br>And a couple of nods.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/gentrified</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 23 May 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Welcome to the Machine</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Green love coded the spectra<br>We consider -<br><br>Ran its shades<br>From r-hex to g to b.<br>Made displays fill<br>The black screen<br>Quicker than blinks,<br>Softer than joy.<br>But more visceral,<br>But less real.<br><br>You can’t imagine Spanish<br>Tiled rooftops<br>Until you’ve seen them<br>In this illumination.<br><br>Ninety degrees never<br>Looked so good -<br>Nested in parallax,<br>Rounded in close-cut<br>Shadows.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/welcome-to-the-machine</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 23 May 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Placard Sense</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Trees are not poems<br>And are not designed<br>To be the deaths<br>We so long for them to be.<br><br>Trees get struck down<br>By the sky<br>Get split up by the sky,<br>Struggle in its chest<br>And grimace<br>With its deeper inhalations.<br><br>A tree is a mangled,<br>Pock-marked truth<br>That managed its way<br>With genetics and luck<br>To be the flat frame<br>That you don’t understand.<br><br>Spend a minute, an hour<br>A sunset<br>In its sturdy arms.<br><br>Then speak to me of<br>The poetic earth<br>That draws upon the sky.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/placard-sense</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 23 May 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Perceptibly Impersonal</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Bring it down into the page<br>That one’s iPhone<br>Wheels mechanics<br>Wrought by far more genius<br>Than we can pretend<br>To pretend to fathom.<br><br>His face is lit<br>But damn if it isn’t<br>A cold glow.<br>Don’t you wish<br>They could’ve spilled some<br>Warmth on the glass?<br>Don’t you<br>Hope you won’t<br>Have to stare, neck down,<br>For too many more<br>Years?<br>At least in the bar,<br>Some people pretend.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/perceptibly-impersonal</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 23 May 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Inheritance</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[She developed<br>A wild intuition,<br>Felt the oppressive<br>Repetition of things,<br><br>Yet persevered.<br><br>She was well versed<br>In archetypes.<br><br>Saw that yesterday’s<br>Beggarly streets<br><br>Were also Rome’s<br>Were also God’s<br>Were also hers.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/inheritance</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 23 May 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Cynic</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I don’t know that<br>This goblet<br>Or that one,<br>To be matter of fact,<br>Holds anything too special.<br>What’s waste is wasted<br>What’s cool is fresh<br>And what decays<br>Smells a thousand<br>Gangrened orange peels<br>In a basket<br>Or a bin.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/cynic</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 23 May 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
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                  <title>Tidy</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Landscapes like this one<br>Are so damn defined.<br>Block-bound planes play<br>Down<br>The frantic lives of ivy<br>Sprigs.<br>Square plots, fair plots<br>And the neighbor’s<br>Gravel trapezoids<br>Give strange birth<br>To trees propped up<br>By the ribs of their<br>Siblings.<br><br>I get it.<br>I mean…<br>I kinda see that I’m the same.<br>But I’m not so sure<br>That the others know.<br>Not so sure<br>They understand<br>The forest already got killed<br>For the trees.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/tidy</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 23 May 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Lonesome</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Stoned in the back of<br>A barroom<br>Bricks broken barely able<br>To spell.<br><br>I left my bike<br>Bone-locked<br>On the streetside<br>Checked on it from the window<br>Strolled up and out<br>Of the edge.<br><br>I was numb.<br>And there was a lot of sound -<br>Felt like bamboozled bamboo<br>Like baboon’s booze<br><br>I couldn’t tell you<br>I couldn’t yell to you<br>That some corners<br>Should be left.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/lonesome</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 23 May 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Observation No. 1</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[History and proper suggestion<br>Set a table in the middle<br>Of your room]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/observation-no-1</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 22 May 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Gone</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I love how fog<br>Will wisp its way <br>On the backs of rumbling ships -<br>Move in from the open ocean, slow,<br>Beneath the belly of<br>The Golden Gate.<br><br>I love how it will rise,<br>Wrap the whole bridge in<br>Smoke.<br>And linger.<br><br>People like to jog there in the<br>Half-day.<br><br>Raptors like to swoop down,<br>Cover their tails<br>In closing <br>Vapor.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/gone</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 21 May 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Power</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[In cypress trees<br>Even raptors kick<br>Down the dead branches]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/power</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 20 May 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Habitual</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I promise there are weeds out here<br><br>Weeds thornier<br>Than some<br>Nightmare spinach<br>That would poison you<br>With a gut<br>More busted up<br>Than Popeye’s<br>Swollen<br>Jaw.<br><br>We're hungry on the stoop.<br><br>Our skulls throb<br>In empty elbows.<br>We’ve had our fill<br>Of venom greens.<br><br>Been chewed by them, spit out and<br>Curled up cold with an ache<br>To disappear.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/habitual</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 11 May 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Sand Dune City</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[It lacked a river.<br><br>The City<br>Moved in desert spaces,<br>Dryly<br>Living<br>Daily fable.<br><br>It recreated<br>Absence<br>In novel ways.<br><br>Abundance crowded out<br>Nativity<br><br>Memory barely griped.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/sand-dune-city</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 05 May 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Tigers</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I built the slow-volt spine,<br>Vertebrae measured in mileage.<br><br>I placed its bones into<br>Precise locales.<br>I minimized<br>Severe disturbance.<br><br>I foresaw the coming<br>Catastrophes,<br>Which were well within<br>The margin of error.<br><br>Blue is a relentless color,<br>But the stones will not resist<br><br>(This time)<br><br>Arithmetic or logic.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/tigers</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 05 May 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Languid</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I love how the daytime<br>Hits three o’ clock<br>Starts to quit its<br>Hard fought peak<br>And tells us all<br>To start winding down.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/languid</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 30 Apr 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>National Amnesia</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I think you heard about the rally?<br>All down Market?<br><br>Scientists marched for science.<br><br>They joined the crowds<br>Of causes so far gone<br>They’ve swung all the way<br>Back again.<br><br>&emsp;I'm lazy to do this,<br>&emsp;To wheel out my<br>&emsp;Pendulum as a trope.<br>&emsp;It’s a cop out,<br>&emsp;And I'm tired.<br><br>It's lazy - you and me, <br>We never account for friction.<br>We don't remember<br>That the gears grow old.<br><br>We never watch long enough to hear<br>The heat and rust<br>Squeak its arm into<br>Downright stillness.<br><br>We get distracted, let ourselves <br>Wander, but somehow still<br><br>Act unsurprised<br>When the bob<br>Shoots awry.<br><br>We shout (to ourselves)<br>In a knowing tone<br>That History took its course again.<br>That Humanity will, of course,<br>Repeat its awful self.<br><br>Sometimes<br><br>We don't even check to see<br>Who shoved the weight.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/national-amnesia</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Apr 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Treetop Sunset</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I’m as close to the hunt<br>As I'll ever feel.<br><br>I sprint with a thrill<br>In the space behind my eyes,<br><br>Someone's heart beats me<br>Into the chase.<br><br>Light falls faster<br>Than my footsteps<br>Fly.<br><br>Half-shades glimmer in gold.<br>My eyes cannot reach them all.<br><br>And the birds!<br><br>Watch them far<br>Above -<br>The birds are almost home!]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/treetop-sunset</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Apr 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>White Lies</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I saw SF from a rooftop<br>Or a hill or an island.<br>It was the sunrise once<br>But more often the sunset.<br>Sometimes it was the nighttime.<br>And each time<br>It was the light<br>That burnt or broke<br>The image.<br><br>San Francisco is a melodic mirage<br>(2:17 PM on a September Sunday)<br>San Francisco is a foggy basin<br>San Francisco is colder than its homes care to admit<br><br>San Francisco is just as cold<br>As its homeless admit.<br>(5 AM of almost every morning).]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/white-lies</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Apr 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>What’s At Stake</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Tell a tourist<br>Where the tourists go.<br>Show a friend<br>Where the locals go.<br>As if you think you know<br>Or know you know.<br><br>Ballcaps and chatty voices<br>Be damned.<br>Photos never last as<br>Long as you want.<br>But memories.<br><br>They leave exactly<br>When they’re<br>Supposed to.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/whats-at-stake</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Apr 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Golden Hour</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I found it<br>In that alley yard<br>By the empty lot.<br><br>I don’t wanna move it.<br><br>I'll just snap, click,<br>And keep it<br>In a square frame<br>Til the day my followers fade.<br><br>I need to show them how beauty<br>Survives.<br><br>Forget the<br>&emsp;Barbed wire hooks<br>&emsp;Beaten shoe husks<br>&emsp;Compact syringe<br>&emsp;Urine-stain stench<br>&emsp;Makeshift tent and<br>&emsp;Another nauseating<br>&emsp;Needle.<br><br>Cause it’s 5:45 on a Tuesday<br>And those dusk-lit vines<br>Cradle the most<br>Stunning rose.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/golden-hour</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>6th &amp; Market</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[It rains here too.<br>At least I heard it does.<br>Heard the noise<br>It dampens.<br><br>I’ve also heard<br>The noise it spurs.<br>Mad honks,<br>Wet-lashed umbrellas,<br>And laughs of lovers<br>Caught without one.<br><br>I’ve seen the people too.<br>Some get caught off guard -<br>They usually hurry through.<br>Some get caught on guard,<br>And they hurry too -<br>Barely make it<br>To stationary sedan doors.<br><br>Some can’t get caught.<br>They huddle in the same spots.<br>Grit their teeth and hope it stops.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/6th-market</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 08 Apr 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <guid isPermaLink="false">https://arbourtrary.com/poems/zuni-street-band</guid>
                  <title>Zuni Street Band</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[He thought he was a captain.<br>Saw the Bay stretch wide<br>Behind him,<br><br>Saw the water narrow<br>Up ahead.<br><br>A hundred million tons of steel<br>Jam-packed into<br>Quiet boxes.<br><br>You see, he thought he was a captain - <br>His ghost crew long gone<br>From the deck.<br><br>He thought he was a captain<br>Gone from the wheel,<br>Cargo drifting<br>Into certain conclusions.<br><br>You see, Rick - <br>He thought he was a captain<br><br>But he plays the steel<br>Guitar<br>With a stomping<br>Barefoot beat.<br><br>He belts his Ozzie<br>Osbourne<br>With a fire<br>Buried deep.<br><br>He spits<br>His engine’s <br>Burning steam<br>And blasts<br>Its bellowed horn.<br><br>He stands ablaze<br>Fronta the train<br><br>Cause he’s the<br>Damn<br>Conductor.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/zuni-street-band</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 08 Apr 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Immanence</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[How people take a heavy foot<br>Lift it and move it forward<br>Day by step by step by day<br>How people progress<br>Without love<br>To carry the burden<br>I do not know.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/immanence</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 02 Apr 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Crook</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Toenail moon<br>Hanging around the<br>Late afternoon<br>You’d be<br>Better off<br>Clipped.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/crook</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Apr 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <guid isPermaLink="false">https://arbourtrary.com/poems/lazy-chase</guid>
                  <title>Lazy Chase</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I walked Sutro alone<br>Felt the wet mud<br>And rustling creatures<br>Hurry my walk<br>Into sputtering jogs.<br><br>Go farther and farther uphill<br>Gain the high ground<br>Lose the worry<br>Or some shit like that.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/lazy-chase</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 31 Mar 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Bottomed Out</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Does oblivion obliviate?<br>Or is it the passive end<br>To an active depth?<br>A decay vacuumed<br>Painfully clean.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/bottomed-out</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 31 Mar 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Fear</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I built a steep retreat,<br><br>Heart-centered in the city<br>Whose ruins peered through<br>Pine and eucalyptus.<br><br>I ran to it with thorns clawing my shins,<br>With poison oak edging<br>Ragged trails.<br><br>I kicked up dusty masks<br>That bound my throat<br>Into choked packets,<br>Made my eyes quiver, lungs heave.<br><br>Climb.<br>Run.<br><br>Instinct boxed in broken context. Lost.<br>I only muse it now.<br>I gauge its decorations.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/fear</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 26 Mar 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Streetwise Horticulture</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Today I learned<br>How a window blooms:<br><br>Where an elbow strikes<br>Glass,<br>The pane cracks.<br><br>It splits to<br>Sprout<br>In a loud collapse,<br><br>Flowers fast<br>In a curb collision.<br><br>A thousand and one<br>Cube-cut petals<br>Spread to shine<br>Translucent blue,<br><br>Scatter bright<br>To dot the pavement.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/streetwise-horticulture</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 15 Mar 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <guid isPermaLink="false">https://arbourtrary.com/poems/dogpatch</guid>
                  <title>Dogpatch</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[There’s just as much gravel here<br>Wide crumbling parkways<br>Rollaway garage doors<br>Painted numbers…<br>I know it’s all the same<br>West coast, no coast.<br>Practicality is common practice.<br>Form is function.<br>Art is confused.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/dogpatch</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 02 Mar 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Lone Star</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[They declared independence<br>Gained the freedom<br>To bound their own lands<br>To draw lines<br>Where before there had<br>Been rivers or canyons<br>Or swaths of sand.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/lone-star</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 02 Mar 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Copy Machine</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Hunger as a spiritual construct<br>As a lyrical concept<br>It feels played out…]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/copy-machine</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Premonitions</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Literature can answer<br>The prayers of politics<br>And paint<br>Its future threats.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/premonitions</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Roots</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Identify these<br>Channeled youth<br>As the base<br>Of a bastardized movement.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/roots</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Tense</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Read, read, re-read]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/tense</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 23 Feb 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Panhandle</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Pray for those<br>Who salvage a path<br>To everywhere<br>But home.<br><br>Pray for those<br>Who camp each night<br>By the litter,<br>Refusing to quit,<br><br>Existence refuted<br>By every pair<br>Of shuddered shrugs,<br><br>Every shut wallet<br>Gripping plastic<br>And not a single dime.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/panhandle</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 20 Feb 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Don’t Look Too Close</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Confusion locks delusion]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/dont-look-too-close</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Nonsense I</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Musical scores<br>Rip into homes<br>With tripped up<br>Strums.<br>Another mechanical rhythm.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/nonsense-i</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Tapestry</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[The spangled banner<br>Shook a few stars loose,<br><br>Dropped them in<br>A pile of rubble<br>By the Civic Center Hotel.<br><br>Most of the stripes<br>&emsp;Hung on though,<br>Paint-plastered to the wall,<br><br>Interrupted by some<br>Flaky red blooms<br><br>Peeled long-ago<br>In gory<br>Gunshot splotches.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/tapestry</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Code Refusal</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[It’s unnatural how natural this keyboard is.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/code-refusal</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Nestldown</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Redwood cathedral<br>In a mystic rain]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/nestldown</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Planned Delight</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[A walk in the rain.<br>Citrus rinds<br>Line the gravel.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/planned-delight</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Pathless</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I am the slow-volt spine,<br>Vertebrae spliced from bark<br>Beer-drunk and thrashing<br>In close spurts.<br><br>I go round and round<br>In hopeless twists.<br><br>Boredom steals<br>My enskulled (ensconced) aura:<br>Tosses it into random buckets<br>That I cannot find.<br>So I stare, gut-hungry and pitiful.<br><br>Plants and plans and lands tend to hermit<br>In my book-bred brainspace:<br>A terrain sieved through grave debilitations.<br><br>My father moved knowingly (slowly)<br>In casket situations.<br>My mother moved briskly<br>(Broke)<br><br>Yet still I walk. <br>Still I sit. <br>Sudden I wake.<br><br>I know<br>That from 17 feet away<br>There are treetops taller<br>Than planetips or planets.<br>Sunsets lower than crowds.<br><br>So when I make that choice<br>To return, <br>I will land softly from the prison top<br><br>Not concrete, not versioned<br>Nor versed<br><br>Only masked<br>As Daedalus or sleep.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/pathless</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>America Is A Flag</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[This flag moves<br>With a violence<br>The ocean doesn’t feel.<br>Ripped side to side,<br>The stripes gnash and snap.<br>They lash to pride<br>Fold to steel.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/america-is-a-flag</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Manual</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Off and on<br>Rainy walking…<br>Respect these streets<br>And the hands that built them.<br>They’ll wither with<br>Each clunky step<br>And often need rebuilding.]]></description>
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                  <pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Inaguration</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Shaken down with iron lies<br>The people cheer their swindler.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/inaguration</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Us</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[This is heaven.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/us</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 19 Jan 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <description><![CDATA[A broken day of angry code<br>I put my heartfelt depth aside<br>Did not see your love.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/resigned</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <description><![CDATA[We danced<br>And I swear it was another room<br>They sang so loud, so clear<br>I could feel them here -<br><br>No we were there<br>We danced.<br>And I know they crooned<br>Their beauty<br>Just for us.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/swingtime</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Trilogic Tryptych</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Three, three, three…<br>Always the third<br>Unheralded word.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/trilogic-tryptych</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Maybe</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Lethargy and camaraderie<br>Can make a strong recompense<br>For misery.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/maybe</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Huddle</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[We walk down some twilit lanes<br>Postured against<br>The bayward wind]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/huddle</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <description><![CDATA[They'd been emptied,<br>Strong and double-blind,<br>Neither side seeking.<br><br>They'd watched<br>Only for the soled walkers<br>That passed between,<br>Posed mostly<br>For the souled captors<br>That paused.<br><br>They'd heard words like mine:<br>Unsung words<br>Stung with a bit of dropsy.<br><br>Swollen up to barely fit together,<br><br>Classical capstone be demanded,<br>Forgotten,<br>And reprimanded.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/arches</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <description><![CDATA[I think of caterpillar skies<br>Dandelion lies<br>Rapacious raptors<br>Crocodile thunder<br>-M.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/nouny</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Therapeutics</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Self-medicated musical sedative]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/therapeutics</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Ad Homonym</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Cool degrees, sharp degrees,<br>Pedigrees]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/ad-homonym</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Adagio</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Family will warm and strengthen you]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/adagio</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 09 Jan 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Nighttime Rain</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Bleary, dreary, weathered and weary<br>Is it any surprise<br>It’s all so eerie?]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/nighttime-rain</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Funeral</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Love is the only word that comforts death.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/funeral</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <description><![CDATA[These books are made of leather,<br>Hand heavy with trimmings<br>Brushed in gold.<br>We open the fronts<br>A thin few pages<br>At a time.<br><br>We open the backs the same.<br>Then front.<br>Then back.<br><br>A holy rite<br>Midward creasing.<br><br>We learn that the binding<br>Breathes this way,<br>Shivers and settles<br>Into new life.<br><br>Old to ancient words<br>Popping up<br>For fresh delights.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/grandpa</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Confession</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Forgive me, Father, I know exactly what I do]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/confession</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Again</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Death runs in the family…]]></description>
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                  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Cozy</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Buzzed, rosy cheeks, full heart, chuckles<br>And smiles<br>Warmth, love and a comfy couch, lazily<br>Splayed, falling deeply together to sleep]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/cozy</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Sutro</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Windlash, whiplash leading down the folds<br>The turns, the mountain slope<br>Ending here:<br>A burned and blackened crescent trunk<br>Five feet tall in mossy ruin<br>A nicely built wooden deck<br>Stuck beneath a sandstone skull<br>Cavernous eyes, a hollow nose<br>Looming tilted and mouth empty,<br>I have felt this thin before<br>And am thinner than I know.<br>My stillness will last a handful of seconds,<br>My thinness a handful of years.<br>The skull already knows this<br>And cannot forget.<br>It stares down.<br>I turn around,<br>Walk back to face the wind.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/sutro</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Vengeance on the Bottle</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Listen close cause<br>This isn't Langston's<br>Drowsy tune.<br><br>It belongs to someone else,<br>Someone tilted, jaunty, rumbling up.<br><br>The nighttime booms.<br><br>Streets borne from<br>Plastic bucket beats<br>Escape the muni stairs<br>To sprawl around.<br><br>Steady noise<br>Baselines<br>A chorus.<br><br>Frantic noise<br>Revels<br>In weed whispers,<br>Vomit and sewer steam.<br><br>Market trades in close injections,<br><br>Deals drunken human laughter<br>For a couple earnest<br>Sermons.<br><br>It's all music<br>It's all a mix<br>It's all amuck<br>With reluctant<br>Joy.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/vengeance-on-the-bottle</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2017 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Turnout</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Like little Italian coves<br>Finding ways to tame the sea]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/turnout</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 05 Aug 2016 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Mathematics</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Or some theory of it]]></description>
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                  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2016 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Shakey</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Rock splits to gravel to dust<br>And kicks away step by step,<br>Blows away wind-wise.<br>Can’t be seen much,<br>Can’t be felt much,<br>But each banjo strum<br>Brings it all a little closer.<br>Back together.<br>Texas heat cracks barn<br>Doors with paint lines<br>That branch, break and fold.<br>They’ve sharpened now,<br>So tend to the dry brush -<br>Cool the waterless air<br>With straw hat shadows,<br>And lacquer the oakwood boards.<br>Then wait and drop back.<br>Watch blazing hours give way<br>To a fire-glazed dusk.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/shakey</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2015 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Abuelo</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Between the points of needled light<br>With a yarn of strung out clouds,<br>I spin for you the sky soaked moss<br>And weave these darkened leaves.<br>I tread upon the softer limbs,<br>Hanging in the balance:<br>Above my eyes a branching web,<br>I spiral close and limber.<br>Treetop reaching, heaven wishing,<br>I breathe for you the pinewood air,<br>I feel the lightened breeze.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/abuelo</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2015 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Source</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[There is more than soil<br>In the sudden swirl,<br>There is more than stone<br>In the sudden rush.<br>Gifts are given<br>From the shattered soul,<br>From the tattered cloud.<br>No two tries can play<br>The same tune,<br>And what repetition <br>Lacks, rhythm fills.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/source</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2015 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Movement</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Run along with the river<br>With its vibrant shakes<br>Of winding waters.<br>I may see you there,<br>Banked by the wall,<br>Resting with stone,<br>Wrestling with time.<br>One wave drops<br>And the other follows.<br>I will sit in the sun again.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/movement</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2015 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>How</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I lack the conviction of a priest or a beggar.<br>I count time with the passing wind.<br>I shift my feet on the standstill earth.<br>I swim.<br>I pray.<br>Again.]]></description>
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                  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2015 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Pixy</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[When I lost my mind to the dandelioned fields,<br>I felt a certain ease.<br>I sliced each linen<br>Of the spiral shell;<br>Mirrored rocks with recursive fades<br>Shine as fabled canyons shine<br>In a scarlet streaking sky;<br>Electric timbers in the morning<br>Are attenuated antennae<br>Twitching with the pulse of the sun;<br>Bridges lost to time or a door<br>Find solace in an eye’s embrace.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/pixy</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2015 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Race</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Your time. Your pace. Your gaze.<br>Drop them as nothing,<br>Shedded and shredded<br>By the shoulder side scraps<br>Of your highwayed mind.<br>Go ahead.<br>Pave another speedway<br>With a speed lane<br>And a wasp name.<br><br>So how goes the dream?<br>Stronger than ever<br>With the right kind of means<br><br>Step back<br>Release the thought<br>Quicker than these quicker shots,<br>Straight off a gun cocked top,<br>From the trigger of a cop, stop, STOP!!!<br>Ten times more for broken bodies<br>And a lifeless beat.<br><br>So how goes the dream?<br>Stranger than never<br>With the white minded fiends.]]></description>
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                  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Oct 2014 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Return</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Remember the rising dawn,<br>Each slumber filled blink<br>Waking you to dreams of another dreamer,<br>To a warm and slow embrace.<br><br>Remember the wand’ring day,<br>The paths meandering, the ocean drifting,<br>As you smiled with summer’s sun<br>And laughed with peaceful eyes.<br><br>Remember the fading night,<br>So smooth and softly hushed,<br>As your lips momently hovered,<br>Whispering love with a kiss.]]></description>
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                  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2014 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Dissipate</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I’ve watched my feet follow dirt<br>That snaked thru tall grasses and<br>Strolled into streams of shade.<br>Soothed by the current and <br>Cooled by the wind,<br>I was a fervent immortal<br>Whispering to leopards<br>Lost in discussions<br>Of the old parody.<br>A gambler’s duplicate die,<br>A lone hourglassed dune,<br>A saint’s faded halo:<br>These were my visions in youth.<br>Each world could halt.<br>In my heart, each breath<br>Could fizzle as waters <br>Crashed for the sake of the moon.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/dissipate</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2014 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Rapture</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Without a single thought of Kubla<br>Khan or the sound, illustrious Buddha,<br>I’ve sat at the edge of many rivers.<br><br>Some, I cannot recall without an<br>Insect buzz, a stinging ant.<br>Some, I cannot recall without<br>A longing that blurs<br>With the ease of eyes <br>Falling blind.<br><br>In others still, I cannot recall myself –<br>I grow wild in observation<br>Struck by the spirit,<br>Kindling of a soul<br>Dried up,<br>And lit.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/rapture</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2014 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Pi</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Lay the towel low –<br>Kiss your forehead<br>To the cooled cloth<br>And draw a slow,<br>Deepening breath –<br>Let the delicacies of<br>Subtle asphyxiation<br>Ease your surrealism.<br>Move toward edges<br>Of hexagonal dreams,<br>Geometrically centric,<br>Wholly collapsable<br>And spherically shared.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/pi</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2014 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Metamorphoses</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I’ve noticed thin lines,<br>Lines that curve into smiles,<br>Wrinkle into time<br>And break.<br><br>I’ve noticed thin lines,<br>Lines that merge into poems,<br>Spiral into stairs<br>And fade.<br><br>I’ve noticed thin lines,<br>Lines that splay into forests,<br>Widen into plains<br>And grow.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/metamorphoses</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2014 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Secrets</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Picture the orb in its animal form - <br>Raw, foaming, fighting to breathe.<br>With noxious touch, that spark ignites,<br>Wakens the clouds to heavens above,<br>Rips the seas to livelier motion.<br>Feel the moments burst<br>Into brilliant scales.<br>If you can feel the whisper,<br>If you can touch the waves,<br>Then gather your senses, convert<br>Knowledge into comprehension,<br>Silence into conversation.<br>Each relic of the pumice pummeled past<br>Waits timeworn and timid,<br>For you, sweet discovery.]]></description>
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                  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Mar 2014 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
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                  <title>Conscience</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Careful with your devil deeds of daring.<br>Something listens at the fringe – <br>Head tilted, scanning, skipping<br>To your false moves and rapid leaps<br>With an apathy,<br>A smile half as clear<br>As a curve <br>Of air.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/conscience</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Feb 2014 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Bullet</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Aloof. <br>Your soul will wonder<br>If you’ll make this choice<br>As irrevocable as the past,<br>As necessary as the rain<br>And sleep that follows.<br><br>Aloud.<br>Fuck this<br>Introspection – <br>It hounds<br>The tired centuries.<br><br>Alone.<br>It gives no pause <br>To those who would linger,<br>And nothing<br>To those who stray.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/bullet</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jan 2014 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Impression</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[To think, to swoon<br>In softer folds<br>Of the musical fabric,<br>Is to invoke Mozart,<br>To string quartets together<br>With a lifted loom<br>And listen.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/impression</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Dec 2013 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Ego</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I crossed rivers in sudden bounds<br>Stopping still at lonesome views.<br>I took lessons from Jesus Christ<br>Lizards learning to leap on the water.<br>I smoked heaven from paper pipes<br>Curling wayward on your fickle secrets.<br>I fought against tectonic plates<br>Fracturing quick in vertebrate zeal.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/ego</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2013 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Literal</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I once had a shaman show me<br>The mechanics that loose the mind.<br>She said to begin with symmetric<br>Variance of a slanted, peculiar kind.<br>Her final steps were simple rules<br>Forgotten now to verse and time.<br><br>I once had a showman awe me<br>With linguistics that nearly rhymed.<br>He said to begin with poetic<br>Variants of enchanted, shrewder lines.<br>His final words were wistful tools<br>For getting past a versed design.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/literal</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2013 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Fragment</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Imagine, dream, where you began,<br>When seven cliffs of salted stone<br>Were all the sacred ridges known,<br>As lavish tomes had rightly shown,<br>To you, the clueless thee.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/fragment</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Oct 2013 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Wonder</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Mimic the flames’ flickering,<br>Carefully licking embers<br>Dipped in fiery honey.<br>Count as the shifting splinters<br>Fracture brilliance from the sky.<br>Pretend to grasp the light.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/wonder</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Oct 2013 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Cuatro</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Strum, pluck, strumming<br>Smoothly as cool water<br>Pools and pours forth<br>From a rounded gourd.<br>Pluck, strum, plucking<br>Quickly as warm droplets<br>Strike and swarm down<br>From a sudden cloud.<br>Toca, canta, tocando<br>Suavemente soñando hoy<br>El ritmo borinqueño,<br>El jíbaro del alma.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/cuatro</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jul 2013 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Viginti</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Nineteen times had the bell struck three<br>Before I muttered quietly,<br>And for one tick more<br>Of the cyclic score<br>I clenched my hands and waited.<br>Yet as I knew<br>To be too true,<br>This ring I was not fated.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/viginti</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 01 May 2013 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Ash</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I swept my past into a pan.<br>Too long, I’d shuffled about,<br>Stirring clouds,<br>Stealing suns.<br>And now as I brushed<br>Past clicks of the clock,<br>I saw my story plain:<br>For man <br>I swept.<br>you are dust<br>I swept.<br>And to dust you shall return.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/ash</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Apr 2013 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Ambler</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I could have begun with a purple hue,<br>Dipped in the nighttime luster – <br>Though you may not have cared <br>To see the color through.<br><br>I could have shown some shaded leaves<br>Strangely lit beneath the dusk,<br>Falling as silent droplets drop<br>To smooth the jagged earth.<br><br>I could have sung a midnight thrush<br>Tut, tut, oh-lay-oh-leeeee!<br>It’s liquid trill precise and clean,<br>It’s flutelike song so quickly hushed.<br><br>But I began with the bonewhite path,<br>With steps of dust and shadow<br>Past sleeping limbs, now darkly green,<br>In a dappled moonlit glow.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/ambler</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Apr 2013 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Lune</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Imagine the beauty:<br>The skipping of strings<br>Begging to convey truth<br>From your deep abstraction.<br>Find the slow crescendo,<br>Tickling its sinuous way<br>Past your palms<br>Into wide-eyed wonder.<br>Softly bemused, now<br>Let the longer cadence<br>Smooth your twining sleep<br>With a distant, distant hush.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/lune</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2013 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <guid isPermaLink="false">https://arbourtrary.com/poems/dual</guid>
                  <title>Dual</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[There is a chiseled hope<br>I see in the canyon:<br>Pink granite,<br>Hewn by the wind<br>And the rain.<br><br>There is a silent pain<br>I see now finely thinned:<br>A soul split,<br>Lone companion<br>Of a trope.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/dual</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2013 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Extract</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Allow me to recollect for you a piece of your imagination:<br>Between the sinewy matters, dimmed and gray,<br>Through willowy foresights, lightly betrayed.<br>You see: your dormant mariner, your flightless bird<br>Rose darkly from the deepening sea.<br>Cold ridges cracked, split by the seams,<br>And spilt into various dreams.<br>Twilight encircled, vulturing down<br>Shrouding the hint, the rhythm above,<br>Though feathery stalks and mossy stones<br>Lingered to play with time.<br>Before the frail descent of words unheard,<br>A final stream slipped in view,<br>Soft light swimming in ripples.<br>Here, your mirror slowed beyond motion,<br>Steeped in its wake,<br>Subdued in the stuff of perception.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/extract</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Jan 2013 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Remembrance</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Amidst the crush and hurry,<br>I give you a scene.<br>Bare back slumped<br>Against an oaken door,<br>Eyes half shut, mouth agape,<br>Mind awash on distant shores.<br><br>Within the boundary,<br>I give you a snap.<br>Pupils constrict, react,<br>With a focus upward peering:<br>Nothing but the Book, a cross,<br>Caught in the lamplight.<br><br>To stir the air,<br>I leave you a breeze.<br>Skin bristles with that sudden chill,<br>Muscles tense, head tilted,<br>Locked for a look<br>Long and long at the lonely moon.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/remembrance</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Jan 2013 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Whitman</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Enter the bustling world, the trodden streets:<br>You say into the rush, the whirl, the craze!<br>Dare to defy the careening multitude<br>Overwhelmed by some quickening pace.<br>Let your shoes sidle to a standstill:<br>Out of step, out of time.<br>Nothing but breath.<br>But silence.  <br>Peace.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/whitman</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2012 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Dusk</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Hanging loosely, my arms hover, sway,<br>Veins vining toward each fingertip,<br>Splaying a circular warmth<br>To soothe the quickened beat.<br>I remember the flickering yellow,<br>Fireflies swift in the humid dark,<br>Soon to be caught or lost to light.<br>I remember the sleeping sky,<br>Each moonrise warmer than the last,<br>Each dawn far off and heavy.<br>I remember your flaring nostrils<br>Open with each inhalation,<br>Blooming with the night.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/dusk</link>
                  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Oct 2012 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <guid isPermaLink="false">https://arbourtrary.com/poems/porch</guid>
                  <title>Porch</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Music slid by,<br>Softened in the rain,<br>Each drop suffused<br>With the levity of space<br>And the graying echoes of time -<br>They chisel slowly away, slowly away,<br>At the infinite blades of grass<br>Bowed in silent symphony.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/porch</link>
                  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2012 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>God</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I ask with a whisper,<br>Through a veil in the shadows.<br>There is wind – it feels cool.<br><br>Motions become slow,<br>Meandering as each bemused<br>Syllable waltzes with the moon.<br>There is light – it looks soft.<br><br>Long whistles, strung in tune<br>Sculpt this dream with memory.<br>Whimsy soothes the mind<br>With a gentle, lulling sleep.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/god</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Animal</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[A silence engendered by the tipsy fall of leaves, <br>A silence buoyed by the tingling wind.<br>Such vertigo, such precariously primal focus<br>Peers just too far past the thinning edge -<br>Broken! <br>Crack! <br>Sun-sapped sticks<br>With a rush, now, with a snap.<br>Quick scuttle of quicker feet.<br>Look, <br>Relax, <br>Remember – <br>Slowly and smoothly.<br>Move the frame to a subtler fix.<br>Fasten your eyes and pray.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/animal</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Mar 2012 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <guid isPermaLink="false">https://arbourtrary.com/poems/aviso</guid>
                  <title>Aviso</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Beware lest your hearts become drowsy,<br>Nodding away in silent apathy,<br>Drowning without complaint.<br><br>Beware lest your souls become weary,<br>Floating away in bilious forms,<br>Wand’ring without restraint.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/aviso</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <guid isPermaLink="false">https://arbourtrary.com/poems/origin</guid>
                  <title>Origin</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Tripling worlds stretch back toward deep time<br>With careful rippling leaves, splayed<br>Into black and silent branches.<br>Orbic earth pulls in each direction,<br>Death-defying, yet barren,<br>Precarious in its watchful slumber;<br>Trees and sand creep upward,<br>Looming with a shaded hush,<br>Waiting for the noise to come.<br>Clouds in a softened glow<br>Prepare for the watchmen,<br>The observant and fleeting.<br>In final moments,<br>A peaceful expectation grows;<br>A clean, abundant clarity:<br>The elegant, natural pose.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/origin</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Journey</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Mesmerizing: fractals of leaves were forgotten,<br>Dropped in the past by a passing wind<br>While prayers drifted, ceaseless,<br>And empty spaces began to drown.<br>I suppose there was not a great deal of time<br>Without boulders slowly breaking,<br>Grinding down to dust.<br>Although sacred muds of certain shores<br>Maintain their fluid form,<br>Both fine and heraclitic,<br>Our instinct doubly softens:<br>Now, man forgets his shifting faces,<br>And with unseen toes,<br>Dips down in foggy waters.<br>Whether dawn or dusk, <br>His half-dreamt dark does not betray,<br>And whether past or prologue<br>Remains untold until the day.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/journey</link>
                  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2011 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Cosmos</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Observe how a sphere,<br>Wrapped in a diaphanous skin,<br>Mirrors the world in its truer form:<br>Distortions abound in broken matrices<br>As the eye of the beholder finds itself<br>Perpetually frozen in the center,<br>Eternally locked in the pivot,<br>Of his myopic globe.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/cosmos</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2011 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Dreamscape</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[I sometimes take a wayward glance,<br>A careless tilt to the unlit night,<br>Where subtle thoughts reach from within,<br>Where clouds crafted from cotton<br>Thin out in delicate strands.<br>Swimming with quivering breath,<br>The stars begin to wax, to wane, to wax, to wane,<br>As a lonesome train bellows in haste<br>To the faded sky.<br><br>I find a peace, a careful solemnity<br>In this strolling rite,<br>Where a gleaming river passes by,<br>And a coin’s quick arc disappears.<br>For the night is filled with ghastly things:<br>A half-caught glimpse and startled sight.<br>For better or worse, recollected or not,<br>I see the sleepless mare and sweetened soul<br>That stir and dance beneath this moon.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/dreamscape</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2011 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Catharsis</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Silver and fire dripped in syrupy orbs<br>Down the sky’s wide chest<br>Into a wrinkled plain yearning<br>For a departure from spent cartridges,<br>Spilt by steel barrels<br>Exploding anger toward the clouds.<br>As if in a hazy dreamscape<br>Defined by the synaptic blue,<br>Trees more surreal than Dali’s<br>Swayed to dance and catch<br>Each gleaming globule floating<br>Through the viscous canvas.		<br>Over the smiling face of sunny waters,<br>Defined within the mind of Hiawatha,<br>This bewildering array rained forth<br>From the firmament in laborious<br>Repetition and silent premonition<br>Of morphing moths into dragonflies.<br>Like fog thinning in a waking jungle,<br>The dimming numbness slid away<br>As drip, drop, drip, drop agápe<br>Bathed the earth in susurrus tones.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/catharsis</link>
                  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Oct 2011 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Vagrant</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Disappearing into neglected woods,<br>Past a dirt path toward a tangle of trees,<br>I scraped and I struggled<br>Through spiraling thorns embedded<br>In bark, in shade, in flesh.<br>For some troubled time, I shuffled and turned,<br>I twisted and ducked, contortedly<br>Forging the wooded trail.<br><br>With sweat on my lips and dust on my tongue,<br>I wiped my brow, as fingers unfurled.<br>Over thinning twigs and fallen trees,<br>With a final ascent, I reached for plains,<br>Open in air, searching the sky<br>Its simple blue drifting through<br>My ever-wandering eye.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/vagrant</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2011 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <title>Willow</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[My eyes unfocused used to peer<br>Past droning highways’ woven ways,<br>Past curving roads which disappear<br>Into a blue forgotten haze.<br><br>My mind unbridled used to dream<br>Of jasmine, jade and amethyst,<br>Of glass and onyx crystal streams<br>Imbued with fragrant ambergris.<br><br>Yet once beneath the shade I lay,<br>Alone and spent, in filthy sweat,<br>No will to stir, to sleep, to pray;<br>Hushed by fear, by crushing regret.<br><br>With fevered thoughts, my mind did brood,<br>Thru stifled air and reckless heat: <br>No pain, no sting could I elude,<br>A victim of my own deceit.<br><br>Still, clear above, I grew aware,<br>A faceless wind, a smooth embrace,<br>A peaceful bliss was gifted there,<br>With floating, mellow, silent grace.<br><br>Suspended by some drifting daze,<br>Dipping slightly with the breeze,<br>Dipping toward my vacant gaze:<br>A willow’s vaguely rhythmic ease.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/willow</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2011 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Carpe</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Skip the shadowy introductions<br>Interlaced with a mindless aura<br>Of necessity, carelessly invoking<br>A weary ritual of bygone days.<br>Go headlong into the fiery rush<br>Of adrenaline burning slender veins<br>Pumping overpowering sensations<br>With each tingling passion piercing<br>Every little fibrous nerve.<br>Shake the dust of dying books.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/carpe</link>
                  <pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Bough</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[To ascend with ease, to slip<br>Through unnoticed, swaying<br>With silent precision to the<br>Hidden rhythms of the breeze;<br>To glide transcendentally<br>Along soft, natural spirals,<br>As summery warmth abounds<br>And bounces, fading into shade:<br>Herein lies that tranquil gloss<br>Of jade inlaid with amethyst.<br>Yes herein lies that peaceful calm<br>Of sweetened soothing jasmine wisps.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/bough</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2011 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Waves</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Softly now, a melody caresses the languid room:<br>It wafts in and out, high and low,<br>Traipsing aural boundaries <br>With slight, swift staccatos <br>Silenced by these slender, smooth legatos.	<br>Sometimes, just sometimes, I hear the whirl:<br>A fluid rush of flesh slicing the air,<br>Of fingers gliding ‘cross the keys.<br>They whisper, feel, dance, sing –<br>Enraptured by the movement,<br>Drawn precariously into the moment<br>I watch the world fluctuate,<br>Rising, falling, rising and falling<br>With every warm breath,<br>With each flickering lash.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/waves</link>
                  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2011 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Ajedrez</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[Careful as you move <br>Twisting those bare, knotted knuckles.<br>Slice the diagonal with the precision of a surgeon,<br>Calm and serene, como la mariposa<br>Landing in the shade of boundless grass.<br>Your mind doesn’t simply dissect this move.<br>It ponders and engulfs the move of this move:<br>The fifth, fifteenth and fiftieth iterations<br>Cycle like clockwork through your synapses.<br>No longer just another unfortunate, <br>burdensome acquaintance,<br>Time is your friend.<br>Feel the levity, the sterile clarity<br>As your index finger and bony thumb<br>Clench the finely bristled mane.<br>Know that this has been done before.<br>Know that this will happen again.<br>For the variation is no longer<br>That simple infinity of your father’s father,<br>Though the symmetry remains the same.<br>Pause a moment: the positions are set,<br>The lingering pieces frozen in place.<br>A delicate whisper floats upon the board:<br>Jaque mate señor, jaque mate.]]></description>
                  <link>https://arbourtrary.com/poems/ajedrez</link>
                  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2011 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
                  <category>Poem</category>
                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <title>Un</title>
                  <description><![CDATA[In an unfortunate dissection of light,<br>Thirteen beams were splintered,<br>Shattered and shot into oblivion.<br>‘Twas a most regrettable occurrence<br>Engendered by the spatial limitations<br>Of some cluttered mind and a heavy soul.<br>Disappearing into obsolete Xanadus,<br>Most rays unsurprisingly remained afar.<br>After all, their collective was prime,<br>Their fate unintended, and their skill<br>Melodically unquestioned.<br><br>Yet one odd purveyor of iniquities,<br>Stricken by the throes of insomnia, <br>(Chance affliction of madmen and kings)<br>Finally dreamt in jubilant ekstasis<br>Of the familiar fragrance of jasmine.<br>In a euphoric, unforgettable silence,<br>He halted.  Sweet memory infused<br>The spectral creature with unquenchable<br>Desire, and in a single infinite bound,<br>Recalling a singular path, the ray returned,<br>Piercing through the untold darkness.]]></description>
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                  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Feb 2011 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <description><![CDATA[There it goes…<br>Don’t let it disappear amongst the <br>Whispering boughs, sliding away <br>In the softly dimming, refracting<br>Sunset.  Grasp it.  Hold it.  Kiss it.<br>In a fraction of a moment, it will<br>Fall through the frivolous gaps<br>In your half-clenched fist,<br>And not a word <br>Will be spoken.]]></description>
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                  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2011 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <description><![CDATA[It floats, slows down, stops, retreats.<br>Perception staggers with the inconsistent flux of time<br>As mind wanders, fuzzy and numb,<br>And body slips into the swirling quicksand<br>That surrounds and usurps the senses,<br>Dissipating known and unknown forms.<br>Evoked by the bliss of vertigo<br>And oneiric shadows of sound,<br>Drooping eyelids invite this dream,<br>Injecting a soporific<br>Deep into lyrical maelstroms<br>That know not the stylistic Shades<br>Nor the thrill of the third paroxysm.<br>Indeed, as they say, from a haze<br>Emerges a buoyant subconscious,<br>Laboriously drawn forth by the inexplicable pleasure<br>Of having loosed the very fabric of being.<br>Intrigue, infinity, and the metaphysics of Mephistopheles,<br>Yes, even language and her sweetly disposed nullification<br>Intrinsically mesh and burn together<br>To create the microcosm of the blazed,<br>To unveil the fool and his folly.]]></description>
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                  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2011 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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                  <author>arbourtrary@gmail.com</author>
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                  <description><![CDATA[They are the noiseless, the soundless,<br>Strung together<br>These phantom globes stretch<br>To an unseen horizon,<br>Cast a pale shadow, a dead light on hazy ground.<br>Defying the dark and infinite shroud,<br>They are the peace, the quiet,<br>The silently pulsating calm.]]></description>
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                  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Dec 2010 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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