test fix verse

assets/css/parts/_post-page.scss

@@ -26,6 +26,7 @@
 
   .verse {
       white-space: pre-wrap;
+      font-family: 'Gentium Book Basic', serif !important;
   }
 
   .invert & {

content/post/beneath-her-coat.md

@@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ tags:
 title: Beneath her coat was a whole identity
 ---
 
-<div class="verse">
+<pre class="verse">
 Beneath her coat was a whole identity:
 A subtle form of ideas under soft fur,
 A constantly shifting mass of meaning...
@@ -30,6 +30,6 @@ And slowly, she'd pick herself back up
 And find a brand new way to piece herself together
 And build herself a brand new smile
 And brush out her coat once more.
-</div>
+</pre>
 
 *First-place winner of the [Typewriter Emergencies Poetry Contest](https://www.typewriteremergencies.com/single-post/2018/02/13/Beneath-her-coat-was-a-whole-identity---1st-Place-Winner).*

content/post/bruise-vision.html

@@ -46,7 +46,7 @@ tags:
     <p><em>Expect:</em><br />
     Anxiety</p>
     </div>
-    <div class="col-md-8 verse">
+    <pre class="col-md-8 verse">
 A hundred geese overhead —
     A thousand —
         A million —
@@ -56,7 +56,7 @@ Acrid tang of ill omens.
 Portents.
 Too much meaning
     In too small a space.
-    </div>
+    </pre>
 </div>
 
 <div class="row">
@@ -67,7 +67,7 @@ Too much meaning
     <p><em>Expect:</em><br />
     auditory aberrations</p>
     </div>
-    <div class="col-md-8 verse">
+    <pre class="col-md-8 verse">
 Geese are a byproduct of laminar shear stress
     Of two layers of phantasmagorical
         Newtonian fluids,
@@ -75,7 +75,7 @@ Geese are a byproduct of laminar shear stress
 A thin, sort-of Truth
     From a sort of thin layer
         geese chromatography.
-    </div>
+    </pre>
 </div>
 
 <div class="row">
@@ -86,7 +86,7 @@ A thin, sort-of Truth
     <p><em>Expect:</em><br />
     red tint to vision; hot flashes</p>
     </div>
-    <div class="col-md-8 verse">
+    <pre class="col-md-8 verse">
 As the dove bears the olive branch,
     so to the goose bears the wand
         that withers all it touches.
@@ -95,7 +95,7 @@ A wand of nightshade,
 A wand of obscure origin,
     The goose surely stole it.
 Malice begets malice.
-    </div>
+    </pre>
 </div>
 
 <div class="row">
@@ -106,12 +106,12 @@ Malice begets malice.
     <p><em>Expect:</em><br />
     confusion; nausea; sweating; racing pulse</p>
     </div>
-    <div class="col-md-8 verse">
+    <pre class="col-md-8 verse">
 We know not the transgression,
     the origin -
 We know not the punishment,
     only the terror.
-    </div>
+    </pre>
 </div>
 
 <div class="row">
@@ -123,12 +123,12 @@ We know not the punishment,
     pounding heart; tunnel vision; racing thoughts; black outs;
 blood pouring from ears</p>
     </div>
-    <div class="col-md-8 verse">
+    <pre class="col-md-8 verse">
 Geas
     Wing
         Dark
             Horizon
-    </div>
+    </pre>
 </div>
 
 <div class="row">
@@ -139,7 +139,7 @@ Geas
     <p><em>Expect:</em><br />
     tinnitus; piloerection; shortness of breath; uneven gait</p>
     </div>
-    <div class="col-md-8 verse">
+    <pre class="col-md-8 verse">
 I’d rather owls.
 Owls, as though geese were turned inside out,
     made less evil.
@@ -148,7 +148,7 @@ Still portentous,
     Just less terrifying.
 Owls are okay.
 I can think about owls.
-    </div>
+    </pre>
 </div>
 
 <div class="row">
@@ -159,7 +159,7 @@ I can think about owls.
     <p><em>Expect:</em><br />
     subdermal itching; formication</p>
     </div>
-    <div class="col-md-8 verse">
+    <pre class="col-md-8 verse">
 Life within a comfortable grid.
 Parallel lines
     Interrupting narrowing circles
@@ -172,7 +172,7 @@ Trace the roof of your mouth
 I’m not afraid of geese anymore
     Because I can step on them now.
 I’m big enough.
-    </div>
+    </pre>
 </div>
 
 <div class="row">
@@ -183,7 +183,7 @@ I’m big enough.
     <p><em>Expect:</em><br />
     birds</p>
     </div>
-    <div class="col-md-8 verse">
+    <pre class="col-md-8 verse">
 Ritual thinking
     Driven by geese —
     By lines, by grids, by food —
@@ -199,5 +199,5 @@ Failing that,
     Or the ecstasy of signs
         Without the bleak paranoia
         Over circling birds?
-    </div>
+    </pre>
 </div>

content/post/every-time-i-fall.md

@@ -9,7 +9,7 @@ tags:
 title: Every time I fall
 ---
 
-<div class="verse">
+<pre class="verse">
 Every time I fall,
     The ground tells me I'm in love.
 "'Cause love is
@@ -42,4 +42,4 @@ And every time I fall,
     The ground tells me I'm in love.
 And every single time,
     I keep coming back.
-</div>
+</pre>

content/post/fair-and-square.md

@@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ tags:
 title: Fair and Square
 ---
 
-<div class="verse">
+<pre class="verse">
 I bought my name fair and square;
 Bespoke, built from whole cloth.
 I wrote it again and again,
@@ -36,4 +36,4 @@ Or the whisper of maple leaves
     Under hurrying paws
 Or the perfect overlap of new buds
     Already sticky with sap.
-</div>
+</pre>

content/post/growth.md

@@ -21,7 +21,7 @@ ogimg: /assets/img/growth.jpg
 
 -----
 
-<div class="verse">
+<pre class="verse">
 Used to be you and I daily would walk
 through the fields out back of the house and talk
 for hours, spilling words and emotions.
@@ -171,4 +171,4 @@ through the fields out back of the house and talk.
 Now, it's just me, alone, quiet, thinking
 of you by the shore, forever drinking
 of sweet water.
-</div>
+</pre>

content/post/heligoland.md

@@ -9,7 +9,7 @@ tags:
 title: Heligoland
 ---
 
-<div class="verse">
+<pre class="verse">
 Too many wine-dark seas need daily traversal,
 And here the shipping forecast calls for rain.
 
@@ -25,6 +25,6 @@ is to tell you southwest gale 8 to storm 10.
 
 I can point at the moon, exhausted, bored, decaying,
 And hope you don't stare blankly at my finger.
-</div>
+</pre>
 
 *Thanks to P.R.*

content/post/meaning-and-self.md

@@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ tags:
 title: Meaning & Self
 ---
 
-<div class="verse">
+<pre class="verse">
 There's some duality between sources of meaning,
     Between the types of stories we use to back identity.
 It's not quite good &amp; bad or light &amp; dark,
@@ -45,4 +45,4 @@ It's not a dichotomy at all, really,
     now that I think about it.
 It's something subtler, comfortably complex, a topic of its own.
     I guess it's just meaning &amp; self.
-</div>
+</pre>

content/post/poems-from-missives.md

@@ -11,7 +11,7 @@ tags:
 title: Completed poems from "Missives"
 ---
 
-<div class="verse">
+<pre class="verse">
 Though the flow'r may bloom ere long
     and night recede unto the dawn,
 so yet may love's embrace grow fond
@@ -26,11 +26,11 @@ With so keen and fond a blade,
     There's naught to fear in life or death.
         So slay, then slay! For now, I care not how,
         I need for naught but that which love allow.
-</div>
+</pre>
 
 -----
 
-<div class="verse">
+<pre class="verse">
 Though every climax approach a denouement
 And every dawn a night,
 Every moment worth sharing
@@ -51,11 +51,11 @@ Pleasure may hurt, ache, burn,
 May steal hours of night.
     Were it with you,
     Delay, then, the morn.
-</div>
+</pre>
 
 -----
 
-<div class="verse">
+<pre class="verse">
 I reach for the ewer of water,
 I hope to quench the heat.
 I beg for yet another serving,
@@ -70,11 +70,11 @@ Though the heart may quicken --
 Though the tongue may lap --
 I shall sup no greater meal
 Than thy gift entrancing.
-</div>
+</pre>
 
 -----
 
-<div class="verse">
+<pre class="verse">
 On reading letters late received,
 I felt within: the fox --
 Yelping, yowling now, crying needfully --
@@ -84,11 +84,11 @@ You find me at a disadvantage --
 Panting and aswish --
 Would that distance be traversed as easily
 As hearts t'wards yearning hearts!
-</div>
+</pre>
 
 -----
 
-<div class="verse">
+<pre class="verse">
 A rose, single, now blooming
     may indeed bless the stem,
 yet are not roses clipp'd and shown?
@@ -110,3 +110,4 @@ Must yearn forever for that grace.
     To watch that growth, to explore stem's turn,
         day by day would destroy, weakening one by the hour,
         A rose, single, now blooming, forever holds all pow'r.
+</pre>

content/post/post-op-images.md

@@ -11,7 +11,7 @@ tags:
 title: Post-op images
 ---
 
-<div class="verse">
+<pre class="verse">
 
 Saturday is for mechanics.
 Sunday is for terror.
@@ -152,4 +152,4 @@ What changed you?
     <em>Everything</em>
 What became of it?
     <em>I became who I am</em>
-</div>
+</pre>

content/post/somehow-shes-me.md

@@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ tags:
 title: Somehow, she's me
 ---
 
-<div class="verse">
+<pre class="verse">
 Her hair is tied with a ribbon
     Saying "This is not for you."
 She wears a pendant of stamped brass
@@ -55,4 +55,4 @@ She never wanted to be
     What she became;
         The irony of which
             Is not lost on her.
-</div>
+</pre>

content/post/the-dogs-assure-me.md

@@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ tags:
 title: The Dogs Assure Me
 ---
 
-<div class="verse">
+<pre class="verse">
 The dogs assure me:
 There are volumes of meaning &mdash;
 Life and death &mdash;
@@ -26,7 +26,7 @@ The rich scent of meaning &mdash;
 Heady, intoxicating &mdash;
 Rises only from words
 And the way you rest your hands on the table.
-</div>
+</pre>
 
 -----
 

content/post/there-is-too-much-fire-in-me.md

@@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ tags:
 title: There is too much fire in me
 ---
 
-<div class="verse">
+<pre class="verse">
 There is too much fire in me to be described by the soldering iron's tip.
 
 If I were to draw that across my flesh,
@@ -27,4 +27,4 @@ Particle would excite particle
     until I'm felt only as warmth on your face.
 
 But even that would not be enough.
-</div>
+</pre>

content/post/when-i-fall-i-will-remain-whole.md

@@ -9,7 +9,7 @@ tags:
 title: When I fall, I will remain whole
 ---
 
-<div class="verse">
+<pre class="verse">
 I keep hoping that, one day,  
 I'll spring palladial from the bole of a tree.  
 Fully formed, sexless,  
@@ -32,4 +32,4 @@ My vision will be clear and unclouded,
 My will affirming, strong, and sure.  
 And when I fall, I will remain whole,  
 Confident that I lived well and unapologetic.
-</div>
+</pre>